The 'Psalmes' of Sidney and his Sister, though known and named
repeatedly in various places and noticeably celebrated by DR. DONNE
(our edition, vol. ii. pp. 313-15), were not printed until 1823, as
THE /PSALMES OF DAVID /TRANSLATED INTO/DIVERS AND SUNDRY KINDES OF
VERSE,/MORE RARE AND EXCELLENT/FOR THE/Method and Varietie/THAN EVER
YET HATH BEEN DONE IN ENGLISH./BEGUN BY/THE NOBLE AND LEARNED GENT./SIR
PHILIP SIDNEY, KNT./AND FINISHED BY/THE RIGHT HONORABLE/THE COUNTESS OF
PEMBROKE,/HIS SISTER./NOW FIRST PRINTED FROM/A Copy of the Original
Manuscript,/TRANSCRIBED BY JOHN DAVIES, OF HEREFORD,/THE REIGN OF JAMES
The MS. of John Davies passed from the Bright Sale to Penshurst. It is
mainly interesting as a specimen of fine penmanship. A very slight
examination revealed errors and obscurities.
My own text is based on a MS, (Rawlinson, Poet. 25) in the Bodleian,
written by Dr. Samuel Woodford. It was taken from a MS. of a scribe who
copied under the superintendence of Sir Philip Sidney himself. In
certain places —as recorded in our Notes—Sir Philip writes, 'leave a
space here,' for a variant stanza, and there are occasionally
alterations in his own autograph. In two places the Scribe has made an
error and corrected it; but there still remain seventeen mistakes,
besides several more or less probable, which may be sometimes due to
clerical errors in Sir Philip's own manuscript, but which in most cases
must be errors of the Scribe. They are as follows:
Ps. v. st. v. 1. 5, 'they blessed'
for 'thou blessest,' or 1 blessedst them.'
Ps. xiv. st. i. 1. 2, ' His heart'
for ' his guilty heart,' as required by metre.
Ps. xviii. st. i. 1. 5, ' My refuge
then' for 'My refuge, refuge then,' as ib.
Ps. xviii. st. xi. 1. 7, 'they clay'
for 'the'—former nonsense.
Ps. xviii. st. xii. 1. 2, ' thou
dost make' for ' thou mak'st,' destroying metre.
Ps. xx. st. v. l. 1, ' my'
for ' me'—giving no sense nor any nominative.
Ps. xxii. st. xii. l. 2, ' lawes'
for ' lawdes'; and probably 'are'
Ps. xxiv. st. ii. l. 2, 'And who
shall stand,' where the 'And' adds a syllable and changes the
Ps. xxviii. st. i. l.1, ' To thee, O
Lord, my cry I send' Ib.
Ps. xxxi. st. ix. I. 2, 'drunck'
for 'dumb'—a gross mistake.
Ps. xxxi. st. xi. l. 1, 'time'
for 'hast[e]'—wrong both by rhyme and original.
Ps. xxxiv. st. ix. l. 3, 'And will
saue whom his true sight cleare,' where ' true' is required by
Ps. xl. st. vi. l. 4, 'curst,'
and so Trinity College MS., for 'cast.' But the 'away' plainly shows
that 'cast' is right, and so the original.
Ps. xli. st. vi. l. 3, ' Whence'
for 'whom.' With 'whence' there is no accusative to 'place,' nor
does it agree with the original. 'O place of places all,' is an
apostrophe to the noun implied in the phrase 'dost place me [in a
place] before thy face.'
Ps. xliii. st. v. l. 1, 'Then loe,
then will I,' destroying rhyme.
In Psalm xxxiv. also (as noted) two verses were placed before instead
of other two, and in two cases ' Deus' has been miswritten in the
headings instead of the contraction of Dominus (Ps. xxiv. and xxvi.)
The following are probably errors:
Ps. iv. st. vii. l. 4, 'By power of
whose own onely brest.' This may be right, because Sidney may
have chosen to read ' power' as dissyllabic, and the change seems to
show that this was so. But the addition of ' own' (in another hand) is
important, as showing that it was corrected, and probably by the
Countess or some friend, from another copy.
Ps. vii. st. xiii. l. 3, 'out'
for 'forth,' which, as 'bring forth' is the idiomatic phrase, seems a
Scribe's substitution —of which we have an example in Astrophel and
Ps. xxii. st. xiv. l. 4, 'wch foule'
for 'with foule.'
Ps. xxvii. st. v. l. 2, 'I,'
for 'He will.'
Ps. xxxv. st. v. l. 3, leaves out 'this': Davies leaves out 'with':
Trinity College rightly keeps both, 'with this (i. e. next line) euill (monosyll.)
Ps. xxxvi. st. ii. l. 4, 'thoughts
all good forget'—where, partly from verbs—though we sometimes
have 'do' understood—and partly from 'wordes,' 'deedes,' I take
'thoughts' to be right.
Ps. xxxviii. st. xiv. l. 3. 'To'
is not English: 'Loe' (Trinity College) is better, but Davies here
seems best of all.
....Ps. xlii. l.1, in British Museum MS. 12,048, the reading is
'chased,' not 'chafed,' as in Woodford, Trinity College, and Davies.
....Ps. xxvi. both MSS. in British Museum, 12,047 and 12,048, give
'blood-seekers,' not 'suckers' as in Woodford. The original is 'bloody
men'—cum viris sanguinum
(Vulg.); and probably this is another instance of error in Sidney's
While, accordingly, I have made the Bodleian Woodford MS. my
basis-text, rather than simply reproduce the Davies from the 1823
edition, [I make] occasional acceptance of readings from a MS. in
Trinity College, Cambridge. I owe hearty thanks to W. Aldis Wright,
for a most careful collation of the entire forty-three Psalms by Sidney
with this MS. It undoubtedly represents later readings, and almost
throughout confirms the Woodford MS. as against the Davies MS. I have
not thought it necessary to record all the Trinity College readings
where these agreed with the Woodford; but otherwise none of interest
has been over-passed.
Returning now upon the Woodford and other MSS. I have some additional
remarks to make. Four of the Psalms—xxiii. xxvi. xxix. and
xxxi.—originally ended as short poems were occasionally made to end
contoporaneously, with a tag of the length of half a stanza or verse.
Sidney, however, whether to assimilate these to the rest or to adapt
them for singing, decided on altering this form. Accordingly, after
each of these Psalms had been written, in three there is in Sidney's
own hand, as already noticed, 'Leave space here' &c., and then
follows, in the Scribe's writing, a stanza in which are compressed the
thoughts of the original stanza and a half, while this stanza and a
half are crossed out. Hence, as Sidney's directions are written on each
occasion, two things follow: (a)
that the transcript was made under Sidney's supervision, and looking to
the seventeen distinct transcript errors, that his revision or
supervision was made before the insertion of each Psalm, rather than
after; (b) that these changes
now spoken of were not finally decided on, but tentative. Had Sidney
finally decided, he would probably have struck out the original endings
at once and together; but he did less, and did not even strike them out
one by one as he came to them, but allowed each to be written in, and
then wrote—and this is a proof that he had been revising them one by
one and giving them to be copied— 'Leave a space,' &c. The crossing
out of the original stanza and a half may show that he then or
afterwards rejected them, or it may have been done to prevent
confusion, and also to prevent both versions from being used—read,
sung, or copied together. These views will be found, too, to agree with
the conclusions from the Trinity College and Davies and British Museum
MSS., which go to show that the Woodford MS. new stanzas were on
The Trinity College MS., as supra,
agrees extensively with the very best readings of the Woodford, but it
also varies in different places, and, errors of transcription set
aside, the impression given by these variations collectively is that
they are changes or revisions, not earlier readings, even though some
of them (meo judicio) are for
the worse. Of the two or three alterations in Woodford MS. in Sidney's
own hand, and which are revised readings,not corrections, of clerical
errors, not one of the original readings occur in this MS. It is true
that in Ps. xxii. the last verse of the Woodford MS. is omitted, and in
Ps. xxix. the crossed-out six lines, or stanza and a half, are given
instead of the newer stanza of four lines; and therefore these two
instances seem to show, contrary to the other evidence, that this
Trinity College MS. is of earlier date. But when we look to other
instances, and take into consideration what has already been said as to
the manner in which Sidney kept and preserved these original forms, the
case is altered. In each of the Psalms xxvi. and xxxi. the single
stanza of Woodford is also wanting, and the stanza of the original
stanza and a half is given, and the half stanza developed into a new
one. These two stanzas being in each case a development of the one and
a half, had they been earlier than the Woodford MS. single stanza,
would have appeared therein rather than the stanza and a half.
Otherwise we must believe what is improbable, that the two stanzas were
the originals, were then contracted into the unusual form of a stanza
and a half, and then these again brought into the old form by a further
construction into one. Again, in Ps. xxiii. two lines in each stanza of
Woodford are of two feet each, but in the Trinity College MS. they are
three feet, and it is impossible not to see that the change has been
made by adding to the original, and not by subtracting; and therefore
the probability is-- though, as will be seen from other MSS. which
agree with Woodford in having shortened lines, it is only a
probability—that the Trinity College version is the later. Now here
again the Woodford single stanza is wanting, and the stanza and a half
given with the shortened lines altered to correspond with the rest.
Lastly, in Psalm xlii. the last four lines, or half of the last stanza,
are in two MSS. altogether different, and it is tolerably plain that
the Trinity College form is the later and better. The balance of
evidence therefore stands thus: First,
that the Trinity College MS. is the later; secondly, that Sidney intended to
reduce all the Pslams to the full-stanza form, but at a later date
rejected his attempts in the Woodford MS., and only succeeded in
altering two to his satisfaction; and thirdly,
that dissatisfied with the endings of Psalms xxii. and xlii. he altered
xxii., but had not succeeded in Ps. xlii.
A comparison on these points of the British Museum MSS. 12,048 and
12,047 tends to confirm these statements, for though different from the
others and between themselves, and therefore independent authorities,
they differ in all these points from the Woodford MS. and agree
substantially with Trinity College. 12,048 is a small 4to, in a most
clear, pains-taking, long-italic-looking writing, within faint red
marginal lines, and in the inner margin is written Ps. i. &c., and
the P and first word of each Psalm is also written in red ink. 12,047,
from which Bp. Butler published his Sidneiana,
in part, is also a well and carefully written quarto. The writing is of
the angular character between red marginal lines. It is remarkable in
this respect that it is only a selection of the Psalms, and those
selected are not taken in order, but variously transposed, giving the
idea that they had been selected and arranged for some special use. In
another hand there is an attempt to divide them into portions [qy.—for
singing?] at morning and evening prayer throughout the month; but the
attempt is irregular and partial. Of Sidney's it only contains from
Psalm i. to xxvi. inclusive. Both end Ps. xxii. as does Trinity
College, without the original stanza of Woodford and Davies. In Ps.
xxiii. both give the stanza and a half of Trinity College as crossed
out in Woodford, but they agree with Woodford in having the two-feet,
not the three-feet lines. In Ps. xxvi. 12,048 gives the fully developed
two stanzas, but 12,047 the crossed-out stanza and a half of Woodford.
In the rest 12,048 gives, like Trinity College, the crossed-out stanza
and a half of Woodford in Ps. xxix., and the stanza and a half, and not
the developed two stanzas of Ps. xxxi. in Trinity College, and it
agrees with Trinity College in the version of the last four lines of
Ps. xlii. Bp. Butler's Sidneiana (Roxburgh
Club) is a most uncritical and errorful book.
Finally: it has hitherto been thought (e. g. Dr. Macdonald in Antiphon) that it was impossible to
determine which Psalms belonged to Sidney and which to the Countess of
Pembroke. But the evidence is multiplied that to Sidney belong only the
first xliii., e. g. Lord Brooke's Letter given in our Essay (vol. i.)
names 'about forty psalms ': Woodford, at end of Ps. xliii., notes from
the autograph-corrected Sidney MS. 'Thus far Sir Philip Sidney':
British Museum MS. 12,048 writes there, ' Hactenus Sir Philip Sidney ';
and so elsewhere. I should gladly have welcomed more as Sir Philip's,
for there can be no question that the Countess's portion is infinitely
in advance of her brother's in thought, epithet, and melody. Her most
remarkable poetry is found in these Psalms. G.
1. HE blessed is who neither loosely treades
The straying stepps as wicked counsaile
Ne for badd mates in waie of sinning wayteth,
Nor yet himself with idle scorners seateth;
But on God's lawe his harte's delight doth binde,
Which, night and dale, he calls to marking minde.
2. He shall be lyke a freshly planted tree,
To which sweet springs of .waters neighbours be;
Whose braunches fails not timelie fruite to
Nor with'red leafe shall make it faile to
So all the things whereto that man doth bend
Shall prosper still with well-succeeding end.
3. Such blessings shall not wycked wretches see,
But lyke vyle chaffe with wind shall scattred be;
For neither shall the men in sin
Consist, when they to highest doome are
Ne yet shall suff'red be a place to take
Where godly men do their assembly make.
4. For God doth know, and knowing doth approue,
The trade of them that iust proceedings loue;
But they that sinne in sinnfull breast
The way they go shalbe their waie to
WHAT ayles this Heathenish rage? what
do theis people meane,
To mutter murmurs vaine?
Why do these earthly kings and lords such meeting make,
And counsel jointly take
Against the Lord of lords, the Lord of ev'ry thing,
And His anoynted king?
Come, let us break their bonds, say they,—and fondly say,
And cast their yoakes away.
But He shall them deride who by the Heav'n's is borne,
He shall laugh them to
And after speake to them with breath of wrathful fire,
And vex them in His ire;
And say, O Kings, yet have I set My King vpon
My holy hill Syon;
And I will (sayeth his king) the Lord's decree display,
And say,—that He did say,—
Thou art My Son indeed, this day begott by Me:
Ask, I will giue to Thee
The heathen for Thy child's-right, and will Thy realme extend
Farr as world's farthest
With iron scepter bruse Thou shalt and peecemeale breake
These men like potshards
Therefore, O kings, be wise; O rulers, rule your mind,
That knowledg you may find.
Serue God, serue Him with feare, rejoyce in Him, but so
That joy with trembling go;
With loving homage kisse that only Son He hath,
Least you enflame His wrath,
Whereof if but a sparke once kindled be, you all
From yor way perish shall;
And then they that in Him their only trust do rest,
O, they be rightly blest!
1. LORD, how do they encrease,
That hatefull never cease
To breed my grievous trouble
How many ones there be,
That all against poor me
Their numbrous strength
2. Even multitudes be they
That to my soul do say,
No help for you remaineth
In God, on whom you build.
Yet, Lord, Thou art my shield,
In Thee my glory raigneth.
3. The Lord lifts vp my head,
To Him my voyce I spread;
From holy hill He heard me:
I layd me down and slept,
While He me safely kept,
And safe from sleep I rear'd
4. I will not be afraid
Though legions round be layd,
Which all against me gather:
I say no more but this,
Vp, Lord, now time it is;
Help me, my God and Father!
5. For Thou, with cruel blowes
On jaw-bone of my foes,
My causeless wrongs hast
Thou, those men's teeth which byte,
Venom'd with godless spight,
Hast in their malice broken.
6. Salvation doth belong
Unto the Lord most strong;
For He alone defendeth:
And on those blessed same
Which beare His people's name
His blessing He extendeth.
1. HEARE me, O, heare me when I call,
O God, God of my equity!
Thou setd'st me free when I was thrall,
Haue mercy therfore still on me,
And hearken how I pray to Thee.
2. O men, whose fathers were but men,
Till when will ye My honour high
Staine with your blasphemys; till when
Such pleasure take in vanity,
And only hunt where lyes do ly?
3. Yet know this too that God did take,
When He chose me, a godly one;
Such one, I say, that when I make
My crying plaints to Him alone,
He will giue good eare to my moane.
4. O, tremble then with awfull will,
Sinne from all rule in you depose,
Talk with yor heart and yet be still;
And when your chamber you do close
Your selues, yet to your selues disclose.
5. The sacrifices sacrify
Of just desires, on justice stayd;
Trust in the Lord that cannot ly.
Indeed full many folk haue said,
From whence shall come to us such ayd?
6. But, Lord, lift thou vpon our sight
The shining clearness of Thy face,
Where I haue found more heart's delight
Than they whose stoare in harvest space
Of grain and wine fills stoaring-place.
7. So I in peace and peacefull blisse
Will lay me down and take my rest;
For it is Thou, Lord, Thou it is,
By power of whose owne only
I dwell, layd vp in
Verba mea auribus.
1. PONDER the words, O Lord, that I do say,
Consider what I meditate in
O, hearken to my voice,
which calls on Thee,
My King, my God, for I to Thee will pray.
So shall my voice clime to
Thyne eares betime,
For unto Thee I will my prayer send
With earlyest entry of the
And will my waiting eyes to Thee-ward bend.
2. For Thou art that same God, far from delight
In that which of fowle
wickedness doth smel
No, nor with Thee the
naughty ones shall dwel,
Nor glorious fooles stand in Thy awfull sight.
Thou hatest all whose works
in evil are plac't,
And shalt root out the tongues to lying bent;
For Thou, the Lord, in
endless hatred hast
The murd'rous man, and so the fraudulent.
3. But I my self will to Thy house addresse
With passe-port of Thy
And in Thy feare, knees of my heart will fold,
Towards the temple of Thy holyness.
Thou Lord, Thou Lord, the
saver of Thyne owne,
Guide me, O, in Thy justice be my guide,
And make Thy wayes to me
more plainly known,
For all I neede, that with such foes do byde.
4. For in their mouth not one cleere word is spent,
Their soules' fowl sinns for
inmost lieing haue;
Their throat it is an open
Wherto their tongue is flattring instrument.
Giue them their due unto
Let their vile thoughts theire thinkers ruin be:
With heaped weights of their
own sinns, oppresse
These most ungratefull rebells unto Thee.
5. So shall all they that trust on Thee do bend,
And loue the sweet sound of
Thy name, rejoyce;
They ever shall send Thee
their praysing voyce,
Since ever Thou to them wilt succour send.
Thy work it is to blesse,
Thou blessest them
The just in Thee, on Thee and justice build:
Thy work it is such men safe
in to hemm
With kindest care, as with a certain shield.
Domine, ne in
1. LORD, let not me, a worme, by Thee be shent,
While Thou art in the heat
of Thy displeasure;
Ne let Thy rage of my due punishment
Become the measure.
2. But mercy, Lord, let mercy Thyne descend,
For I am weake, and in my
Lord, help, for even my bones their marrow spend
With cruel anguish.
3. Nay, ev'n my soul fell troubles do appall:
Alas! how long, my God, wilt
Thou delay me?
Turn Thee, sweet Lord, and from this ougly fall,
My deare God, stay me.
4. Mercy, O mercy, Lord, for mercy's sake,
For death dos kill the
witness of Thy glory;
Can of Thy prayse the tongues entombed make
A heavnly story?
5. Lo, I am tir'd, while still I sigh and groane:
My moystned bed proofes of
my sorrow showeth,
My bed, while I with black Night mourn alone,
With my teares floweth.
6. Woe, lyke a moth, my face's beauty eates,
And age, pul'd on with
paines, all freshness fretteth,
The while a swarm of foes with vexing feates
My life besetteth.
7. Get hence, you evill, who in my evill rejoyce,
In all whose workes vainess
is ever raigning,
For God hath heard the weeping sobbing voice
Of my complaining.
8. The Lord my suite did heare, and gently heare
They shall be sham'd and
vext that breed my crying,
And turn their backs, and strait on backs appeare
Their shamefull flying.
Domine, Deus meus.
1. O LORD, my God, Thou art my trustfull stay;
O, saue me from this
Deliver me in my endangerd way.
2. Least lion like he do my soule devoure,
And cruely in many peices
While I am voyd of any helping power.
3. O Lord, my God, if I did not forbeare
Ever from deed of any such
If ought my hands of wyckednes do beare;
4. If I have been unkynd for friendly part;
Nay, if I wrought not for
his freedome's sake,
Who causeless now yeelds me a hatefull heart,—
5. Then let my foe chase me, and chasing take,
Then let his foot vpon my
neck be set,
Then in the dust let him my honour rake.
6. Arise, O Lord, in wrath Thy self vp sett
Against such rage of foes;
awake for me
To that high doome which I by Thee must get.
7. So shall all men with laudes inviron Thee
Therfore, O Lord, lift vp
Thy self on high,
That evry folk Thy wondrous acts may see.
8. Thou, Lord, the people shalt in judgment try;
Then, Lord, my Lord, giue
sentence on my side,
After my clearness and my equity.
9. O, let their wickedness no longer bide
From coming to theire
But still be Thou to just men justest guide.
10. Thou righteous proofes to hearts and reines dost send,
All, all my help from none
but Thee is sent,
Who dost Thy saving-health to true men bend.
11. Thou righteous art, Thou strong, Thou patient,
Yet each day art provoakt
Thyne ire to show
For this same man will not learn to repent
12. Therfore Thou whet'st Thy sword and bend'st Thy bow,
And hast Thy deadly armes in
And ready art to let Thyne arrowes go.
13. Lo, he that first conceiv'd a wretched thought,
And great with child of
mischeif travaild long,
Now brought a-bed, hath brought nought out but
14. A pitt was digg'd by this man vainly strong;
But in the pitt he ruind
first did fall,
Which fall he made to do his neighbor wrong.
15. He against me doth throw; but down it shall
Vpon his pate, his pain
And his own evill his own head shall appall.
16. I will giue thanks unto the Lord of vs,
According to His heavnly
And will to highest name yeild prayses high.
Domine, Dominus noster.
1. LORD, that rul'st our mortall lyne,
How through the world Thy
name doth shine;
That hast of Thy unmatched glory
Vpon the heavns engrav'd Thy story.
2. From sucklings hath Thy honour sproong,
Thy force hath flow'd from
Whereby Thou stop'st Thyne enemy's prating,
Bent to revenge and ever hating.
3. When I vpon the heavns do look,
Which all from Thee their
When moone and starrs my thought beholdeth,
Whose light no light but of Thee holdeth:
4. Then think I,—ah, what is this man,
Whom that great God remember
And what the race of him descended,
It should be ought of God attended.
5. For though in lesse than angel's state
Thou planted hast this
Yet hast Thou made even him an owner
Of glorious croune and crouning honour.
6. Thou placest him vpon all lands
To rule the works of Thyne
And so Thou hast all things ordained,
That even his feet haue on them raigned.
7. Thou under his dominion plac't
Both sheep and oxen wholy
And all the beasts for ever breeding,
Which in the fertile fields be feeding.
8. The bird, free burgess of the ayre,
The fish of seas the natiue
And what thing els of waters traceth
The unworn paths, his rule embraceth.
O Lord, that rulest our
How through the world Thy
name doth shine!
1. WITH all my heart, O Lord, I will prayse
My speeches all Thy
mervailes shall descry;
In Thee my joyes and comforts ever be,
Yea, ev'n my songs Thy name
O Lord most high!
2. Because my foes to fly are now constraind,
And they are fain, nay,
perisht at Thy sight;
For Thou my cause, my right Thou hast maintaind,
Setting Thy self in throne,
which shined bright,
Of judging right.
3. The Gentiles Thou rebuked sorely hast,
And wyked folk from Thee to
wrack do wend,
And their renoune, which seemd so long to last,
Thou dost put out, and quite
To endles end.
4. O bragging foe, where is the endles wast
Of conquerd states, wherby
such fame you gott?
What! doth their memory no longer last—
Both ruines, miners, and
Be quite forgott?
5. But God shall sit in His eternal chaire,
Which He prepar'd to giue
His judgments high;
Thither the world for justice shall repare,
Thence He to all His
judgments shall apply
6. Thou, Lord, also th' oppressed wilt defend,
That they to Thee in
troublous time may flee;
They that know Thee on Thee their trust will bend,
For Thou, Lord, found by
them wilt ever be
That seek to Thee.
7. O prayse the Lord, this Syon-dweller good,
Shew forth His acts, and
this as act most high,
That He, inquiring, doth require just blood,
Which He forgetteth not, nor
Th' afflicted cry.
8. Haue mercy, mercy, Lord, I once did say;
Ponder the paines which on
me loaden be
By them whose minds on hatefull thoughts do stay:
Thou, Lord, that from death
gates hast lifted me,
I call to Thee,
9. That I within the ports most beautyfull
Of Syon's daughter may sing
foorth Thy prayse;
That I, even I, of heavnly comfort full,
May only joy in all Thy
Throughout my days.
10. No sooner said, but lo, myne enemyes sink
Down in the pitt which they
themselues had wrought;
And in that nett, which they well hidden think,
Is their own foot, ledd by
their own ill thought,
Most surely caught
11. For then the Lord in judgment shewes to raigne,
When godless men be snar'd
in their own snares;
When wycked soules be turn'd to hellish paine,
And that forgetfull sort
which never cares
What God prepares.
12. But, of the other side, the poore in sprite
Shall not be scrap'd out of
the heavnly scoare,
Nor meek abiding of the patient wight
Yet perish shall, although
his paine be sore,
For ever more.
13. Vp, Lord, and judg the Gentyls in Thy right,
And let not man haue vpper
hand of Thee:
With terrors great, O Lord, do Thou them fright,
That by sharp proofes the
heathen them selues may se
But men to be.
Ut quid, Domine?
1. WHY standest Thou so farr,
O God, our only starr,
In time most fitt for Thee
To help who vexed be?
For lo, with pride the wicked man
Still plagues the poore the most he can;
O, let proud him be throughly caught
In craft of his own crafty thought.
2. For he himself doth prayse,
When he his lust doth raise;
Extolling ravenous gain,
But doth God self disdain.
Nay, so proud is his puffed thought,
That after God he never sought,
But rather much he fancys this,—
That name of God a fable is.
3. For while his wayes do proue
On them he sets his loue,
Thy judgments are too high,
He cannot them espy.
Therfore he doth defy all those
That dare themselues to him oppose,
And sayeth in his bragging heart,
This gotten blisse shall ne're depart.
4. Nor he removed be,
Nor danger ever see;
Yet from his mouth doth
Cursing and cosening;
Vnder his tongue do harbour'd ly
Both mischeif and iniquity.
For proof, oft lain in wait he is,
In secret by-way villages,
5. In such a place vnknown
To slay the hurtless one:
With winking eyes aye bent
Against the innocent,
Like lurking lion in his denn,
He waites to spoyle the simple men:
Whom to their losse he still dos get,
When once he drawth his wily nett.
6. O, with how simple look
He oft layeth out his hook!
And with how humble showes
To trapp poore soules he
Then freely, saith he in his sprite,
God sleeps, or hath forgotten quite;
His farr off sight now hood winkt is,
He leasure wants to mark all this.
7. Then rise, and come abroad,
O Lord, our only God;
Lift up Thy heavnly hand,
And by the sylly
Why should the evill so evill despise
The power of Thy through-seeing eyes?
And why should he in heart so hard
Say Thou dost not Thyn own regard?
8. But naked, before Thine eyes,
All wrong and mischeife
For of them in Thy hands
The ballance evnly stands.
But who aright poor-minded be,
Commit their cause, themselues to Thee,
The succour of the succourless,
The Father of the fatherlesse.
9. Breake Thou that wyked arm,
Whose fury bends to harme
Search him, and wyked he
Will straight-way nothing be.
So, Lord, we shall Thy title sing,
Ever and ever to be King,
Who hast the heath'ney folk destroy'd
From out Thy land, by them anoy'd.
10. Thou openest heavnly doore
To prayers of the poore;
Thou first prepar&dst
Then eare to them enclin'd:
O, be Thou still the orphan's aide,
That poore from ruine may be stayd,
Least we should ever feare the lust
Of earthly man, a lord of dust.
In Domino confido.
1. SINCE I do trust Iehova still,
Your fearfull words why do you spill?
That like a byrd to some strong hill
I now should fall a flying.
2. Behold the evill haue bent their bow,
And set their arrows in a rowe,
To giue unwares a mortall blow
To hearts that hate all lying.
3. But that in building they began,
With ground plots fall shall be undone
For what, alas, haue just men done
In them no cause is growing.
4. God in His holy temple is;
The throne of heav'n is only His;
Naught His all-seing sight can miss,
His eyelidds peyse our going.
5. The Lord doth search the just man's reines,
But hates, abhorrs the wyked braines;
On them storms, brimstone, coales He raines,
This is their share assigned.
6. But of so happy other-side,
His louely face on them doth bide,
In race of life their feet to guide,
Who be to God enclined.
Salvum me fac.
1. LORD, help, it is high time for me to call,
No men are left that charity do loue;
Nay, even the race of good men are decay'd.
2. Of things vain they with vaine mates bable all;
Their abiect lips no breath but flattery moue,
Sent from false heart, on double meaning staid.
3. But Thou, O Lord, giue them a thorough fall;
Those lying lipps from cousening head remoue,
In falsehood wrapt, but in their pride display'd.
4. Our tongues, say they, beyond them all shall go;
Wee both haue power, and will our tales too tell
For what lord rules our braue emboldned breast?
5. Ah! now even for their sakes that taste of woe,
Whom troubles tosse, whose natures need doth quell;
Even for their sighs, true sighs, of man distrest,
6. I will get vp, saith God, and My help show
Against all them that against him do swell;
Maugre his foes, I will set him at rest.
7. These are God's words, God's words are ever pure;
Yea, purer than the silver throughly tryed,
When fire seven times hath spent his earthy parts.
8. Then thou, O Lord, shalt keep the good stil sure,
By Thee preserued, in Thee they shall abide:
Yea, in no age Thy blisse from them departs.
9. Thou seest each side the walking doth endure
Of these bad folk, more lifted vp with pride,
Which if it last, woe to all simple hearts.
Usque quo, Domine?
1. HOW long, O Lord, shall I forgotten be?
How long wilt Thou Thy hidden face from me
2. How long shall I consult with carefull sprite
How long shall I with foes' triumphant might
3. Behold me, Lord, let to Thy hearing creep
Nay, giue me eyes and light, least that I sleep
4. Least my foe bragg, that in my ruin hee
And at my fall they joy that trouble me
5. No, no! I trust on Thee, and joy in Thy
Still, therfore, of Thy mercies shall be my
1. THE foolish man by fleshe and fancy led,
His guilty heart with this fond thought hath fed;
There is no God yt raigneth.
2. And so thereafter he and all his mates
Do works which earth corrupts and Heaven hates
Not one that good remaineth.
3. Even God Himself sent down His peircing ey,
If of this clayey race He could espy
One that His wisdom learneth.
4. And lo, He finds that all a straying went
All plung'd in stinking filth, not one well bent,
Not one that God discerneth.
5. O madness of these folks, thus loosely led
These canibals, who, as if they were bread,
God's people do devouere,
6, Nor ever call on God; but they shall quake
More than they now do bragg, when He shall take
The just into His power.
7. Indeed, the poore, opprest by you, you mock,
Their counsells are your common jesting stock;
But God is their recomfort.
8. Ah, when from Syon shall the Saver come,
That Jacob, freed by Thee, may glad become,
And Israel full of comfort?
tabernacle Thyne, O Lord, who shall remayne?
Lord, of Thy holy hill who shall the rest obtayne?
Even he that leads of life an uncorrupted traine,
Whose deeds of righteous heart, whose hearty words
Who with deceitfull tongue hath never usd to faine,
Nor neighbour hurts by deed, nor doth wth slaunder
Whose eyes a person vile do hold in high disdain,
But doth, with honour great, the godly entertaine;
Who oath and promise given doth faithfully maintain,
Although some worldly losse therby he may sustaine;
From bitinge vsury who ever doth refrain;
Who sells not guiltlesse cause for filthy loue of
Who thus proceeds, for aye in sacred mount shall
1. SAUE mee, Lord, for why, Thou art
All the hope of all my heart:
Witness thou, my soule, with
That to God, my God, I say,—
Thou, my Lord, Thou art my stay,
Though my works reach not to
2. This is all the best I proue,
God and godly men I loue,
And foresee their wretched
Who to other gods do run;
Their blood offrings I do shun;
Nay, to name their names
3. God my only portion is,
And of my child's-part the blisse;
He then shall maintayn my
Say then, is not my lot found
In a goodly pleasant ground?
Haue not I fair partage
4. Ever, Lord, I will blesse Thee,
Who dost ever counsell mee;
Ev'n when Night with his
Sleepy Darkness dos orecast,
In my inward reynes I taste
Of my faults a chastening.
5. My eyes still my God regard,
And He my right hand doth guard;
So can I not be opprest,
So my heart is fully glad,
So my ioye in glory clad,
Yea, my flesh in hope shall
6. For I know the deadly graue
On my soul no power shall haue;
For I know Thou wilt defend
Even the body of Thyne own
Deare beloved holy one,
From a foule corrupting end.
7. Thou life's path wilt make me know,
In whose vieue with plenty grow
All delights that soules can
And whose bodys placed stand
On Thy blessed-making hand,
They all joyes like endless
1. MY suite is just, just Lord, to my suite
I plain, sweete Lord, my plaint for pitty mark;
And since my lipps feign not
Thyne eares voutchsafe to
bend to me.
2. O, let my sentence passe from Thyne own face,
Show that Thy eyes respect a faithfull case,
Thou that by proofe
With inward secrets of my
3. When silent Night might seeme all faults to hide,
Then was I by Thy searching insight try'd,
And then by Thee was
From ill word and
4. Not weighing ought how fleshly fancys run,
Led by Thy word, the rav'ners' stepps I shun,
And pray that still Thou
guide my way,
Least yet I slip or goe
5. I say again that I haue call'd on Thee,
And boldly say Thou wilt giue eare to me;
Then let my words, my crys ascend,
Which to Thy self my soul will send.
6. Shew Thou, O Lord, Thy wondrous kindness show,
Make us in mervailes of Thy mercy know
That Thou by faithfull men
And saue them from
7. Then keep me as the apple of an eye,
In Thy wings' shade then let me hidden ly
From my destroying wicked
Who for my death still me
8. Their eyes doe swim, their face doth shine in fatt,
And cruel words their swelling tongues do chatt;
And yet their high hearts
look so low,
As how to watch my
9. Now like a lion gaping for his preyes,
Now like his whelp in den that lurking stayes:
Up, Lord, prevent their
And bring to naught their
10. Saue me from them Thou usest as Thy blade,
From men, I say, and from men's worldly
Whose state doth seeme most
And count this life their
11. Whose bellyes so with daintys Thou dost fill,
And soe with hidden treasure grant their
That they in riches flourish do,
And children haue to leaue it to.
12. What would they more? And I, would not their case:
My joy shall be pure, to enjoy Thy face,
When waking of this sleep of
I shall see Thee in likeness
1. THEE will I loue, O Lord, with all my heart's
My strength, my strongest
rock, which my defence hast been;
My God and helping God, my might and trustfull
My never pierced shield, my
My refuge, refuge then when I am most
Whom then shall I invoke but Thee, most worthy
On Whom against my foes my only safty stayes?
2. On me the paines of death already gan to prey,
The floods of wickedness on
me did horrors throw;
Like in a winding-sheet, wretch, I already lay,
All-ready, ready to my
snaring graue to go;
This my distresse to God
with wailfull cryes I show,
My cryes clim'd vp; and He bent down from sacred
His eyes unto my case, His eares unto my moane.
3. And so the earth did fall to tremble and to quake,
The mountains proudly high,
and their foundations, bent
With motion of His rage, did to the bottom shake.
He came, but came with
smoake, from out His nostrills sent,
Flames issued from His
mouth, and burning coales out went:
He bow'd the heav'ns, and from the bowed heav'ns did
With hugy darknes, which about his feet did wend.
4. The cherubyms their backs, the winds did yeild their wings
To beare His sacred flight,
in secret place then clos'd;
About which Hee dimme clouds like a pavilion brings,
Cloudes even of waters dark
and thickest ayre compos'd:
But straight His shining
eyes this misty masse disclos'd;
Then hayle, then firie coales, then thundred heavnly
Then spake He His lowd
voyce, then hailestones coales, and fire.
5. Then out His arrowes fly, and straight they scatterd been,
Lightning on lightning He
did for their wrack augment;
The gulfs of water then were through their chanels
The world's foundations then
lay bare, because He shent
With blasting breath, O
Lord, that in Thy chiding went.
Then sent He from aboue, and took me from below,
Ev'n from the waters' depth
my God preservd me so.
6. So did He saue me from my mighty furious foe,
So did He saue me from their
then prevailing hate;
For they had caught me vp when I was weake in woe,
But He, staffe of my age, He
staid my stumbling state:
This much; yet more, when I
by Him this freedom gate,—
By Him, because I did find in His eyesight grace,—
He lifted me unto a largly
7. My justice, my just hands, thus did the Lord reward,
Because I walk'd His wayes,
nor gainst Him evely went;
Still to His judgments lookt, still for His statutes
Sound and vpright with Him,
to wyckedness not bent.
Therfore, I say again, this goodnes He
As He before his eyes did see my justice stand,
According as He saw the pureness of my hand.
8. Meeke to the meek Thou art, the good Thy goodness taste;
Pure to the pure, Thou
dealst with crooked crookedly.
Vp then Thou liftst the poore, and down the proud
Vp Thou dost light my light
and cleare my darkned eye;
I hosts o'recome by Thee, by
Thee ore walls I fly:
Thy way is soundly sure, Thy word is purely tryd;
To them that trust in Thee Thou dost a sheild abide.
9. For who is God beside this great Iehova ours?
And so, beside our God, who
is indued with might?
This God then girded me in His almighty powers,
He made my combrous way to
me most plainly right;
To match with lightfoot
staggs He made my foot so light
That I climb'd highest hills; He me warr points did
Strengthning mine arms, that I could break an iron
10. Thou gavest me saving shield, Thy right hand was my stay;
Me in encreasing still Thy
kindness did maintaine;
Unto my strengthned steps Thou didst enlardge the
My heeles and plants Thou
didst from stumbling slip sustaine;
What foes I did persue, my
force did them attame,
That I ere I return'd destroy'd them utterly
With such braue wounds, that they under my feet did
11. For why? my fighting strength by Thy strength strengthned was,
Not I but Thou throw'st down
those who 'gainst me do rise;
Thou gavest me their necks, on them Thou madest me
Behold they cry, but who to
them his help applys?
Nay, unto Thee they cryd,
but Thou heard'st not their cryes:
I bett these folks as small as dust which wind dos
I bett them as the clay is bett in beaten wayes.
12. Thus freed from envious men, Thou makest me to raign,
Yea, Thou make me be serv'd
by folks I never knew;
My name their eares, their eares, their hearts to me
Even feare makes strangers
shew much loue, though much untrue;
But they do faile, and in
their mazed corners rew.
Then liue Iehova still, my rock still blessed be;
Let Him be lifted vp that hath preserved me.
13. He that is my revenge, in Whom I realms subdue,
Who freed me from my foes,
from rebells guarded me,
And rid me from the wrongs which cruel witts did
Among the Gentiles then, I,
Lord, yeeld thanks to Thee;
I to Thy name will sing, and
this my song shall be:
He nobly saues His king, and kindness keeps in store
For David His anoynt' and his seed evermore.
1. THE heavnly frame sets forth the fame
Of Him that only thunders
The firmament, so strangely bent,
Shewes His hand-working wonders.
2. Day unto day doth it display,
Their course doth it acknowledg,
And night to night succeding right
In darkness teach cleere
3. There is no speech nor language which
Is so of skill bereaved,
But of the skyes the teaching cryes
They haue heard and conceived.
4. There be no eyn but reade the line
From so fair book proceeding;
Their words be set in letters great,
For ev'ry body's reading.
5. Is not he blind that doth not find
The tabernacle builded?
There by His grace, for sun's fair face,
In beames of beauty guilded.
6. Who forth doth come, like a bridegrome,
From out his veiling places;
As glad is he as giants be
To runn their mighty races.
7. His race is even from ends of heaven,
About that vault he goeth;
There be no rea'ms hidd from his beames,
His heat to all he throweth.
8. O law of his, how perfect 'tis
The very soul amending;
God's witness sure for aye doth dure,
To simplest, wisdom lending.
9. God's doomes be right, and cheere the sprite,
All His commandments being
So purely wise, as giue the eyes
Both light and force of seing.
10. Of Him the feare doth cleaness beare,
And so endures for ever;
His judgments be self verity,
They are unrighteous never.
11. Then what man would so soon seek gold,
Or glittering golden mony?
By them is past, in sweetest taste,
Hony, or comb of hony.
12. By them is made Thy servant's trade
Most circumspectly guarded,
And who doth frame to keep the same
Shall fully be rewarded.
13. Who is the man that ever can
His faults know and acknowledg?
O Lord, cleanse me from faults that be
Most secret from all knowledg.
14. Thy servant keepe, lest in him creep
Presumptuous sins' offences;
Let them not haue me for their slaue,
Nor reign vpon my senses.
15. Soe shall my spryte be still vpright
In thought and conversation;
Soe shall I bide, well purify'd,
From much abomination.
16. So let words sprung from my weake tongue,
And my heart's meditation,
My Saving Might, Lord, in Thy sight
Receiue good acceptation.
1. LET God the Lord heare
Ev'n in the day when most thy troubles be;
Let name of Jacob's God,
When thou on it dost cry,
Defend thee still from all thy foes abroad.
2. From sanctuary high
Let Him come down, and help to thee apply
From Syon's holy topp
Thence let Him undertake,
With heavnly strength, thy early strength to prop.
3. Let Him notorious make
That in good part He did thy offrings take;
Let fyre for triall burne—
Yea, fire from Himself sent
Thy offrings, so that they to ashes turn.
4. And soe let Him consent
To grant thy will and perfect thy entent;
That in thy saving we
May ioy, and banners raise
Vp to our God, when thy suites granted be.
5. Now in mee knowledg sayes
That God from fall His own anoynted stayes:
From heavnly holy land
I know that He heares mee,
Yea, heares with powers and helps of helpfull hand.
6. Let trust of some men be
In chariots, and some in chivalry;
But let all our conceit
Vpon God's holy name,
Who is our Lord, with due remembrance wayte.
7. Behold their broken shame!
Wee stand vpright while they their fall did frame.
Assist us, Saviour deare;
Let that King deine to heare
When wee doe praie and call vpon His name.
Domine, In virtute
1. NEW joy, new joy unto our king,
Lord, from Thy strength is growing;
Lord, what delight to him doth bring
His safety, from Thee flowing!
2. Thou hast given what his heart woulde haue,
Nay, soon as he but moved
His lips to craue what he should craue,
He had as him behoved.
3. Yea, Thou prevent'st ere ask he could,
With many liberall blessing,
Croune of his head with croune of gold
Of purest metal dressing.
4. He did but ask a life of Thee,
Thou him a long life gavest;
Lo, even unto eternity
The life of him Thou savest.
5. Wee may well call his glory great
That springs from Thy salvation
Thou, Thou it is that has him set
In so high estimation.
6. Like storehouse Thou of blessings mad'st
This man of everlasting;
Unspeakably his heart Thou glad'st,
On him Thy count'nance casting.
7. And why all this? Because our king
In heaven his trust hath layed;
He only leanes on highest thing,
Soe from base slip is stayed.
8. Thy hand Thy foes shall overtake,
That Thee so evill haue hated
Thou as in fiery oven shalt make
These mates to be amated.
9. The Lord on them with causefull ire
Shall use destroying power:
All flames of never-quenched fire
Shall these bad wights devouer.
10. Their fruit shalt Thou from earthly face
Send unto desolation;
And from among the humane race
Root out their generation.
11. For they to overthrow Thy will
Full wilily intended:
But all their bad mischeivous
Shall fruitlesly be ended.
12. For like a marke Thou shalt a-row
Set them in pointed places,
And ready make Thy vengefull bow
Against their guilty faces.
13. Lord, in Thy strength, Lord, in Thy might,
Thy honour high be raised;
And so shall in our song's delight
Thy power still be praised.
Deus, Deus, meus.
1. MY God, my God, why hast Thou me forsaken?
Woe me, from me why is Thy presence taken,
So fair from seing myne unhealthfull eyes;
So far from hearing to my roaring cryes?
2. O God, my God, I cry while day appeareth,
But, God, Thy eare my crying never heareth:
O God, the night in moane to Thee I spend,
Yet to my plaint Thou dost no audience lend.
3. But Thou art holy, and dost hold Thy dwelling
Where Israel Thy lawdes are ever telling;
Our fathers still to Thee their trust did beare,
They trusted, and by Thee deliver'd were.
4. They were set free when they vpon Thee called;
They hop'd on Thee, and they were not appalled.
But I a worm, and not of mankind am;
Nay, shame of men, the people's scorning game.
5. The lookers now at me, poore wretch, be mocking,
With mowes and nodds they stand about me flocking:
Let God help him, say they, whom He did trust;
Let God saue him in whom was all his lust.
6. And yet even from the womb Thy self did take me:
At mother's breasts Thou didst good hope betake me:
No sooner my child eyes could look abroad
Than I was given to Thee, my Lord, my God.
7. O, be not farr, since pain so nearly presseth,
Since there is none, O God, who it redresseth:
I am enclos'd with yong bulls' madded route,
Nay, Basan-mighty bulls close me about.
8. With gaping mouth these folks on me haue charged,
Like lions fierce, with roaring jawes enlarged:
On me all this, who do like water slide,
Whose loosed bones quite out of joint be wryde;
9. Whose heart, with these huge flames, like wax ore-heated,
Doth melt away, though it be inmost seated:
My moystning strength is like a potsherd dride,
My cleaving tongue close to my roofe doth bide.
10. And now am brought, alas, brought by Thy power
Vnto the dust of my death's running hower;
For bawling doggs haue compast me about,
Yea, worse than doggs, a naughty wicked rout
11. My humble hands, my fainting feet they peirced;
They look, they gaze, my boanes might be
Of my poor weedes they do partition make,
And do cast lots who should my vesture take.
12. But be not farr, O Lord, my strength, my comfort,
Hasten to help me in this deep discomfort;
Ah, from the sword yet saue my vital sprite,
My desolated life from dogged might
13. From lions' mouths, O help, and shew to heare me,
By aiding, when fierce vnicorns come neare me
To brethren then I will declare Thy fame,
And with these words, when they meet, prayse Thy
14. Who feare the Lord, all prayse and glory beare Him,
You Israel's seed, you come of Jacob, fear Him;
For He hath not abhorr'd nor yet disdain'd
The seely wretch which foule affliction stain'd
15. Nor hidd from him His face's faire appearing,
But when he calld this Lord did giue him hearing.
In congregation great I will prayse Thee;
Who feare Thee shall my vowes performed see.
16. The afflicted then shall eat, and be well pleased;
And God shall be by those His seekers praysed;
Indeed, O you, you that be such of mind,
You shall the life that ever liveth find.
17. But what? I say, from earth's remotest border,
Vnto due thoughts, mankind his thoughts shall order,
And turn to God, and all the nations be
Made worshipers before almighty Thee.
18. And reason, since the croune to God pertaineth,
And that by right vpon all realmes He raigneth,
They that be made even fatt with earth's fatt good
Shall feed, and laud the giver of their food.
19. To Him shall kneel even who to dust be stricken,
Even he whose life no help of man can quicken;
His service shall from child to child descend,
His doomes one age shall to another send.
Dominus regit me.
1. THE Lord, the Lord my shepheard is,
And so can never I
He rests me in green pastures His;
By waters still and sweet
He guides my
2. Hee me revives, leads me the way
Which righteousness doth take,
For His name's
Yea, tho I should thro vallys stray
Of death's dark shade, I will
No whit feare
3. For Thou, deare Lord, Thou me besetst,
Thy rodd and Thy staffe be
To comfort me:
Before me Thou a table setst,
Even when foes' envious ey
Doth it espy.
4. Thou oylst my head, Thou filst my cup;
Nay, more, Thou endlesse good,
Shalt giue me
To Thee, I say, ascended vp,
Where Thou, the Lord of all,
Dost hold Thy
Domini est terra.
1. THE earth is God's, and what the globe of
And all that in that globe doth
For by His power the land vpon the ocean raigneth,
Through Him the floods to their
2. Who shall climb to the hill which God's own hill is named?
Who shall stand in His holy
He that hath hurtless hands, whose inward heart is
All pureness ever to
3. Who, shunning vanity and works of vaineness leaving,
Vainly doth not puff vp his
Who never doth deceiue, and much lesse his deceaving
With periury doth falsly
4. A blessing from the Lord, from God of his salvation,
Sweet righteousness shall he
Jacob, this is thy seed, God-seeking generation,
Who search of God's face
5. Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory
Who is this glorious King, in might and power
The Lord, whose strength
makes battails fight
6. Lift vp yor heads, you gates, and you, doores ever biding,
In comes the King of Glory
Who is this glorious King, the Lord of armyes
Even He, the King of Glory
Ad te, Domine.
1. TO Thee, O Lord most just,
I lift my
My God, in Thee I trust,
Let me not
Let not those foes that me annoy
On my complaint build vp their joy.
2 Sure, Lord, who hope in Thee
Lett them confounded be
wrongs do frame.
Lord, vnto me Thy wayes now show,
Teach me, thus vext, what path to go.
3. Guide me as Thy truth guides;
Teach me for
why Thou art
The God in whom abides
The saving me
For never day such changing wrought
That I from trust in Thee was brought.
4. Remember, only King,
To Thy remembrance bring
Let those things Thy remembrance graue,
Since they eternal essence haue.
5. But, Lord, remember not
Sins brew'd in
Nor my rebellious spot,
and they do pass;
But in Thy kindness me record,
Even for Thy mercy's sake, O Lord.
6. Of grace and righteousness
The Lord such
That He deigns to express
men His path:
The meek He doth in judgment lead,
And teach the humble how to tread.
7. And what, think you, may be
The paths of
my great God?
Even spotless verity
To such as keep His covenaunt,
And on His testimonys plant
8. O Lord, for Thy name's sake,
Of Thee some mercy take,
Though it be
great in me.
Oh, is there one with His feare fraught?
He shall be by best teacher taught.
9. Lo, how His blessing budds,
Outward, all outward goods
By His seed
For such He makes His secret know,
To such He dos His cov'nant show.
10. Where, then, should my eyes be
But still on
this Lord set?
Who doth and will set free
My feet from
O look, O help; let mercy fall,
For I am poore and lest of all.
11. My woes are still encreast;
Shield me from
See how I am opprest,
And pardon all
Behold my foes, what store they be,
Who deadly hatred beare to me.
12. My soul which Thou didst make,
Now made, O
And me from these ills take,
Least I rebuke
Lord, let not mee confusion see,
Because my trust is all in Thee.
13. Let my vprightness gaine
I say, and say again,
My hope is all
And let Thy Israel still increasse,
From all his troubles live in peace.
Judica me, Domine.
1. LORD, judg me and my case,
For I haue made my race
Within the bounds of innocence to byde;
And setting Thee for scope
Of all my trustfull hope,
I held for sure that I should never slyde.
2. Proue me, O Lord most high,
Me with thy touch-stone try;
Yea, sound my reines, and in most of my heart;
For so Thy loving hand
Before my eyes did stand,
That from Thy truth I will not depart.
3. I did not them frequent
Who be to vaineness bent,
Nor kept with base dissemblers company;
Nay, I did even detest
Of wicked wights the nest,
And from the haunts of such bad folks did fly.
4. In th' innocence of me
My hands shall washed be,
And with those hands about Thy altar waite
That I may still expresse
With voyce of thankfulness
The works performed by Thee, most wondrous great.
5. Lord, I haue loved well
The house where Thou dost dwell,
Ev'n where Thou makest Thy honour's biding-place:
Sweet Lord, write not my soul
Within the sinners' roll,
Nor my life's cause match with blood-sucker's case;
6. With hands of wicked shifts,
With right hands staind with
But while I walk in my unspotted ways,
Redeem and shew me grace,
So I in public place,
Set on plain ground, will Thee Jehova prayse.
1. THE shining Lord He is my light,
The strong God my salvation is,
Who shall be able me to fright?
This Lord with strength my life
And shall I then
Feare might of men?
2. When wicked folk, even they that be
My foes, to utmost of their
With rageing jawes environ me,
My very flesh for to devoure,
They stumble so,
That down they go.
3. Then though against me arrays were,
My courage should not be dismaid;
Though battaile's brunt I needs must beare,
While battaile's brunt on me were
In this I would
My trust still hold.
4. One thing in deed I did, and will
For euer craue: that dwell I may
In house of high Jehova still,
On beauty His my eyes to stay,
And look into
His temple too.
5. For when great griefes to me be ment,
In tabernacle His I will
Hide me, ev'n closely in His tent
Yea, noble hight of rocky hill
He makes to be
A seat for me.
6. Now, now shall He lift vp my head
On my beseiging enemyes;
So shall I sacrifices spred,
Offrings of joy in Temple His,
And songes accord,
To prayse the Lord.
7. Heare, Lord, when I my voice display,
Heare to haue mercy eke on me;
'Seek ye My face,' when Thou didst say,
In truth of heart I answerd Thee:
O Lord, I will
Seek Thy face still.
8. Hide not therfore from me that face,
Since all my ayd in Thee I got;
In rage Thy servant do not chase,
Forsake not me, O, leaue me not,
O God of my
9. Though father's care and mother's loue
Abandond me, yet my decay
Should be restor'd by Him aboue:
Teach, Lord, Lord, lead me Thy
Because of those
That be my foes.
10. Vnto whose ever hating lust,
Oh, giue me not, for there are
Against me witnesses unjust,
Ev'n such, I say, whose lying
Most cruel words.
11. What had I been, except I had
Beleivd God's goodness for to
In land with living creatures clad?
Hope, trust in God, bee strong,
Unto thy hart
Shall joy impart.
Ad te, Domine
1. TO Thee, O Lord, my cry I send;
O my strength, stop not Thine
Least if answer Thou forbeare,
I be like them that descend
To the pitt, where flesh doth end.
2. Therfore while that I may cry,
While I that way hold my hands,
Where Thy sanctuary stands,
To Thy self those words apply,
Which from suing voice do fly.
3. Link not me in self same chain
With the wicked-working folk,
Who their spotted thoughts do
Neighbors friendly entertain,
When in hearts they malice meane.
4. Spare not them, giue them reward,
As their deeds haue purchas'd it,
As deserues their wicked witt;
Fare they as their hands haue far'd,
Even so be their guerdon shar'd.
5. To Thy works they glue no ey;
Let them be thrown down by Thee,
Let them not restored be;
But let me giue prayses high
To the Lord that heares my cry.
6. That God is my strength, my shield,
All my trust on Him was sett,
And so I did safety gett;
So shall I with joy be filld,
So my songs His lauds shall yeeld.
7. God on them His strength doth lay
Who His anoynted helped haue;
Lord, then still Thy people saue,
Blesse Thyne heritage, I say,
Feed and lift them vp for aye.
1. ASCRIBE unto the Lord of light,
Ye men of power by birth-right,
Ascribe all glory and all might.
2. Ascribe due glory to His name,
And in His ever glorious frame
Of sanctuary, do the same.
3. His voice is on the waters found,
His voyce doth threatning thunders sound,
Yea, through the waters doth resound.
4. The voice of that Lord ruling us
Is strong, though He be gracious,
And ever, ever glorious.
5. By voice of high Jehova we
The highest cedars broken see,
Even cedars which on Liban be.
6. Nay, like young calues in leapes are born,
And Liban's self with nature's skorn,
And Shirion, like young vnicorn.
7. His voice doth flashing flames divide,
His voice haue trembling deserts tiyd,
Even deserts where the Arabs byde.
8. His voice makes hindes their calues to cast,
His voice makes bald the forest wast;
But in His church His fame is plac't.
9. He sitts on seas, He endlesse raigns,
His strength His people's strength maintains,
Which blest by Him in peace remains.
1. O LORD, Thou hast exalted me,
And sav'd me from foes' laughing scorn;
I owe Thee prayse, I will prayse Thee.
2. For when my heart with woes was torn,
In cryes to Thee I shewd my cause,
And was from evill by Thee vpborn.
3. Yea, from the graue's most hungry jawes
Thou would'st not set me on their score,
Whom death to his cold bosom drawes.
4. Prayse, prayse this Lord then evermore,
Ye saints of His, remembring still
With thanks His holyness therfore.
5. For quickly ends His wrathfull will,
But His deare favour, where it lyes,
From age to age life joyes doth fill.
6. Well may the evening cloath the eyes
In clouds of teares; but soon as sun
Doth rise again, new joyes shall rise.
7. For proof, while I my race did run,
Full of successe, fond I did say
That I should never be undone;
8. For then my hill, good God, did stay;
But O, He strait His face did hide,
And what was I but wretched clay?
9. Then thus to Thee I praying cry'd,
What serues, alas, the blood of me,
When I within the pitt do bide?
10. Shall ever earth giue thanks to Thee?
Or shall Thy truth on mankind layd
In deadly dust declared be?
11. Lord, heare; let mercy Thine be staid
On me, from me help this annoy.
Thus much I said; this being said,
12. Lo, I that waild now daunce for joy;
Thou didst ungird my dolefull sack,
And madest me gladsom weeds enjoy.
13. Therfore my tongue shall never lack
Thy endless prayse: O God, my King,
I will Thee thanks for ever sing.
In te, Domine,
1. ALL, all my trust, Lord, haue I put in Thee,
Never, therfore, let me confounded be,
But saue me, saue me in Thy
Bow down Thy eare to heare how much I need;
Deliver me, deliver me in speed
Be my strong rock, be Thou my
2. In deed Thou art my rock, my forteress;
Then since my tongue delights that Name to blesse,
Direct me how to go, and guide me right;
Preserue me from the wyly trapping net
Which they for me with privy craft haue set,
For still I say Thou art my
3. Into Thy hands I do commend my sprite,
For it is Thou that hast restord my light,
O Lord, that art the God of
I hated haue those men whose thoughts do cleaue
To vanitys, which most trust most deceaue,
For all my hope fixt vpon
God doth ly.
4. Thy mercy shall fill me with jollity,
For my annoyes haue come before Thyne eye;
Thou well hast known what
plung my soul was in,
And Thou hast not for aye enclosed me
Within the hand of hatefull enmity,
But hast enlargd my feet
from mortall ginn.
5. O Lord, of Thee let me still mercy winn,
For troubles of all sides haue me within;
My eye, my gutts, yea my
soul, grief doth wast;
My life with heavyness, my yeares with moane,
Do pine; my strength with pain is wholy gon,
And even my bones consume
where they be plac't
6. All my fierce foes on me reproach did cast,
Yea, neighbors; more, my mates were sore agast,
That in the streets from
sight of me they fled:
Now I, now I my self forgotten find,
Ev'n like a dead man dreamed out of mind,
Or like a broken pott in
7. I understand what rayling great men spred;
Feare was each where, while they their counsells led
All to this point, how my
poore life to take;
But I did trust in Thee. Lord, I did say,
'Thou art my God, on Thee my time doth stay;'
Saue me from foes who for my
bane do seake.
8. Thy face to shine vpon Thy servant make,
And saue me in and for Thy mercy's sake;
Let me not tast of shame, O
Lord most high;
For I haue call'd on Thee; let wicked folk
Confounded be, and pass away like smoake
Let them in bedd of endless
9. Let those lips be made dumb which loue to ly,
Which, full of spight, of pride, and cruelty,
Do throw their words against
the most vpright.
Oh, of thy grace what endlesse pleasure flowes
To whom feare Thee! what Thou hast done for those
That trust in Thee, ev'n in
most open sight!
10. And when neede were, from prowde in privy plight
Thou hast hid them, yet leaving them Thy light,
From strife of tongues, in
Thy pavilions plac't
Then prayse, then prayse I do the Lord of vs,
Who was to me more than most gracious,
Farr, fair more sure then
walls most firmly fast.
11. Yet I confess in that tempestuous hast
I said that I from out Thy sight was cast;
But Thou didst heare when I
to Thee did cry.
Then loue the Lord, all ye that feel His grace,
For this our Lord preserues the faithfull race;
Be strong in hope, His
strength shall you supply.
1. BLESSED is he whose filthy stain
The Lord with pardon dos make cleane,
Whose fault well hidden
Blessed indeed to whom the Lord
Imputes not sins to be abhord,
Whose spirit falshood
2. Thus I, prest down with weight of pain,
Whether I silent did remain
Or roar'd, my bones still
For so both day and night did stand
On wretched me Thy heavy hand,
My life hott torments
3. Till my self did my faults confess,
And open'd mine own wickedness
Wherto my heart did giue me:
So I my self accus'd to God,
And His sweet grace streight eas'd the rod,
And did due pain forgiue me.
4. Therfore shall evry godly one
In fitt time make to Thee his moane,
When Thou wilt deign to
Sure, sure the floods of straying streames,
How ever they putt in their claimes,
Shall never dare come neare
5. Thou art my safe and secret place,
Who savest me from troblous case,
To songs and joyfull byding;
But whoso will instructed be,
Come, come, I will the way teach thee,
Guide thee, by my eyes
6. Oh, be not like a horse or mule,
Wholy devoyd of reason's rule,
Whose mouths thy self dost
Knowing full well that beasts they be,
And therfore soon would mischeif thee,
If thou remainest idle.
7. Woes, woes shall come to wicked folks,
But who on God his trust invokes
All mercys shall be swarmed.
Be good, you good, in God haue joy,
Joy be to you who do enjoy
Yor heartes with clearness
1. REJOYCE in God, O ye
That righteous be;
For cherfull thankfulness,
It is a comely part
In them whose heart
Doth cherish rightfulness.
2. O, prayse with heart the Lord;
O, now accord
Viols with singing voice;
Let ten-stringd instrument,
O, now be bent
To witness you rejoice.
3. A new, sing a new song
To Him most strong,
Sing lowd and merrily:
Because that word of His
Most righteous is,
And His deeds faithfull bee.
4. Hee righteousness approues,
And judgment loues;
God's goodness fills all lands:
His word made heavnly coast,
And all that host
By breath of His mouth stands.
5. The waters of the seas
In heapes He layes,
And depths in treasure His;
Let all the earth feare God,
And who abroad
Of world a dweller is.
6. For He spake not more soone
Than it was done;
He badd, and it did stand.
He doth heath'n counsell breake,
And maketh weak
The might of peoples hand.
7. But ever, ever shall
His counsells all
Throughout all ages last;
The thinking of that mind
No end shall find
When time's time shall be past.
8. That realm indeed hath blisse
Whose God He is,
Who Him for their Lord take:
Ev'n people that, ev'n those
Whom this Lord chose
His heritage to make.
9. The Lord looks from the sky,
Full well His ey
Beholds our mortall race;
Ev'n where He dwelleth, Hee
Throughout doth see
Who dwell in dusty place.
10. Since He their hearts doth frame,
He knowes the same,
Their works He understands.
Hosts do ye king not saue,
Nor strong men haue
Their help from mighty hands.
11. Of quick holp is an horse,
And yet his force
Is but a succour vaine;
Who trusts him sooner shall
Catch harmfull fall
Than true deliverance gain.
12. But lo, Jehova's sight
On them doth light
Who Him do truly feare,
And them who do the scope
Of all their hope
Vpon His mercy beare.
13. His sight is them to saue,
Even from the graue,
And keep from famin's paine.
Then on that Lord most kind
Fix we our mind,
Whose shield shall us maintaine.
14. Our hearts sure shall enjoy
In Him much joy,
Whose hope on His name just:
O, let Thy mercy great
On us be set;
We haue no plea but trust.
1. I, EV'N I, will
Giue hearty thanks to Him on high,
And in my mouth continualy
Inhabit shall His prayse:
My soul shall glory still
In that deare Lord with true delight;
That, hearing it, the hearts contrite
May learn their joyes to
2. Come, then, and join with me
Some worth to speake of His due praise;
Striue we, that in some thankfull phrase
His Name may honourd be.
Thus I begin; I sought
The Lord, and He did heare my cry,
Yea, and from dreadfull misery
He me, He only brought.
3. This shall men's fancys frame
To look and run to Him for aid
Whose faces on His comfort staid
Shall never blush for shame.
For lo, this wretch did
And lo, his call the skyes did clime;
And God freed him in his worst time
From out his troubles all.
4. His angels, armys round
About them pitch who Him do feare;
And watch and ward for such do beare,
To keep them safe and
I say, but tast and see
How sweet, how gracious is His grace;
Lord, he is in thrice blessed case
Whose trust is all on Thee.
5. Feare God, ye saints of His,
For nothing they can ever want
Who faithfull feares in Hym do plant;
They haue, and shall haue,
The lions oft lack food,
Those raveners' whelps oft starved be;
But who seek God with constancy
Shall need nought that is
6. Come, children, lend yor eare
To me, and mark what I do say;
For I will teach to you the way
How this our Lord to feare.
Among you, who is here,
That life and length of life requires,
And blessing such, with length desires,
As length may good appeare.
7. Keep well thy lipps and tongue,
Least inward evills doe them defile,
Or that by words enwrapt in guile
Another man be strong:
Do good, from faults
Seek peace, and follow after it;
For God's own eyes on good men sit,
His eares to them encline.
8. So His high heavnly face
Is bent, but bent against those same
That wicked be, their very name
From earth quite to
The just, when harms
Do cry; their cry of Him is heard;
And by His care from them is barr'd
All trouble, all reproach.
9. To humble broken minds,
This Lord is ever, ever neare,
And will saue whom His sight cleere
In sprite afflicted finds.
Indeed the very best
Most great and grievous paines doth beare
But God shall him to safety reare,
When most he seemes opprest.
10. His bones He keepeth all,
So that not one of them is broke
But malice shall the wicked choake,
Who hate the good shall
God doth all soules redeeme
Who weare His blessed livery:
None, I say still, shall ruind be
Who Him their trust esteeme.
1. SPEAKE Thou for me against wrong-speaking foes,
Thy force, O Lord, against their force oppose;
Take vp Thy shield, and for
my succour stand,
Yea, take Thy lance, and stop the way of those
That seek my bane; O, make me understand
In sprite that I shall haue
Thy helping hand.
2. Confound those folks, thrust them in shamefull hole
That hunt so poore a prey as is my soule;
Rebuke and wreck on those
wrong doers throw,
Who for my hurt each way their thoughts doe roll,
And as vile chaff away the wind doth blow,
Let angel Thine a-scattring
make them go.
3. Let angel Thine persue them as they fly,
But let their flight be dark and slippery;
For causeless they both pitt
and net did sett,
For causeles they did seek to make me dy:
Let their sly witts unware destruction get,
Fall in self pitt, be caught
in their own nett.
4. Then shall I joy in Thee, then sav'd by Thee,
I both in mind and bones shall gladded be;
Even bones shall say, O God,
who is Thy peere,
Who poore and weake from rich and strong dost free?
Who helpest those whose ruin was so neere,
From him whose force did in
their spoiles appeere?
5. Who did me wrong, against me witness beare,
Laying such things as in me never were:
So my good deeds they pay
this evill share,
With cruel wordes my very soul to teare.
And whose? ev'n his, who when they sickness bare
With inward wo, an outward
6. I did pull down my self, fasting for such,
I prayd with prayers which my breast did touch;
In summe I shew'd that I to
them was bent
As brothers, or as friendes beloved much.
Still, still for them I humbly mourning went,
Like one that should his mother's death lament
7. But lo, soon as they did me staggering see,
Who joy but they when they assembled bee!
Then abjects, when I was
Against me swarm, ceaseless to raile at me
With scoffers false; I was their feasts' delight,
Ev'n gnashing teeth to
witness more their spight.
8. Lord, wilt Thou se, and wilt Thou suffer it?
Oh! on my soul let not these tumults hitt;
Saue me, distrest, from
lion's cruel kind:
I will thank Thee where congregations sitt,
Even where I do most store of people find,
Most to Thy lawes will I my
9. Then, then let not my foes unjustly joy;
Let them not fleere who me would causless 'stroy,
Who never word of peace yet
But hunt with craft the quiet man's annoy,
And said to me, wide mowing, as they could
Aha, Sir, now we see you
where we should.
10. This Thou hast seen: and wilt Thou silent be?
O Lord, do not absent Thy self from me,
But rise, but wake, that I
may judgment gett.
My Lord, my God, even to my equity,
Judg, Lord, judg, God, even in Thy justice great,
Let not their joyes vpon my
woes be sett.
11. Let them not, Lord, within their hearts thus say:—
'O soule, rejoyce, we made this wretch our prey.'
But throw them down, put
them to endlesse blame,
Who make a cause to joy of my decay;
Let them be cloath'd in most confounding shame
That lift themselues my ruin
for to frame.
12. But make such glad and full of joyfulness
That yet beare loue unto my righteousness;
Yea, let them say, Laud be
to God alwayes,
Who loues with good His servants good to blesse.
As for my tongue, while I haue any dayes,
Thy justice witness shall,
and speake Thy prayse.
1. ME thinks amid my heart I heare
What guilty wickedness doth
Which wicked folks do hold so deare
Ev'n thus it self it doth
No feare of God doth once appeare
Before his eyes that doth so
2. For those same eyes his flatterers be,
Till his known evill do
His words deceit, iniquity
His deeds; yea, thought all
A-bed, on mischief museth he;
Abroad his stepps be wrongly
3. Lord, how the heavn's Thy mercy fills,
Thy truth aboue the clouds most high,
Thy righteousness like hugest hills,
Thy judgments like the
depths do ly;
Thy grace with safety man fullfills,
Yea, beasts made safe Thy
4. O Lord, how excellent a thing
Thy mercy is, which makes
Trust in the shadow of Thy wing!
Who shall in Thy house
And drink from out Thy pleasures' spring
Of pleasures, past the reach
5. For why? the well of life Thou art,
And in Thy light shall we
O, then extend Thy loving heart
To them that know Thee and
O, then Thy righteousnes impart
To them that be in soules
6. Let not proud feet make me their thrall,
Let not evill hands discomfit me;
Lo, there I now foresee their fall
Who do evill works; lo,
there I see
They are cast down, and never shall
Haue power again raysed to
1. FRETE not thy self if thou do see
That wicked men do seeme to
Nor envy in thy bosome nourish,
Though ill deeds well-succeeding be.
2. They soone shall be cutt down like grasse,
And wither like green herb
Do well, and trust on heavnly power,
Thou shalt haue both good food and place.
3. Delight in God, and He shall breed
The fulness of thy own
Guide thee by Him, lay all thy trusting
On Him, and He will make it speed.
4. For, like the light, He shall display
Thy justice in most shining
And of thy judgments make a muster
Like to the glory of noone day.
5. Wait on the Lord with patient hope,
Chafe not at some man's great good fortune,
Though all his plotts, without misfortune,
Attain unto their wished scope.
6. Fume not, rage not, frett not, I say,
Least such things sin in
thee doe cherish,
For those badd folks at last
Who stay for God, in blisse shall stay.
7. Watch but a while, and them shalt see
The wicked by his own pride
Look after him, he shall be
And never found again shal be.
8. But meek men shall the earth possesse,
In quiet home they shall be
And this delight to them is
They shall haue peace in plenteousness.
9. Evill men work ill to utmost right,
Gnashing their teeth full of
But God shall scorn their
For their short time is in His sight.
10. The ev'll bent bowes and swords they drew,
To haue their hate on good
But lo, their bowes they
shall be broken,
Their swords shall their own hearts embrew.
11. Small good in good men better is
Then of bad folks the
For wycked arms shall breake
But God vpholds the just in blisse.
12. God keeps account of good men's dayes,
Their heritage shall
last for ever;
In perill they shall perish
Nor want in dearth their want to ease.
13. Badd folks shall fall, and fell for aye;
Who to make warr with God
Like fatt of lambs shall be
Even with the smoake shall wast away.
14. The naughty borrowes, paying not,
The good is kind and freely
Whom God doth blesse, he
Whom He doth curse, to nought shall rott.
15. The man whom God directs doth stand
Firm in his way, his way God
Though he do fall, no wreck
He is vpheld by heavnly hand.
16. I haue been young, now old I am,
Yet I the man that was
To justice, never saw
Nor that his seed to begging came.
17. He lends, he giues; more he dos spend,
The more his seed in
Then fly all evill, and
And thy good state shall never end.
18. God, loving right, doth not forsake
His holy ones, they are
From time to time; but who
To evill, both they and theirs shall rack
19. I say, I say the righteous minds
Shall haue the land in their
Shall dwell therin, and this
No time within his limites binds.
20. The good mouth will in wisdom bide,
His tongue of heavnly
For God's high law in his
What comes thereof? he shall not slide.
21. The wicked watch the righteous much.
And seek of life for to
But in their hand God will
not leaue him,
Nor let him be condemn'd by such.
22. Wait, then, on God, and keep His way,
He will exalt thee unto
And of the earth make thee
Yea, them shalt see the evill decay.
23. I haue the wicked seen full sound,
Like laurell fresh him self
Lo, he was gon; print of his
Though I did seek, I never found.
24. Mark the vpright, the just attend,
His end shall be in peace
But strayers vile shall be
And quite cutt off with helpless end.
25. Still, still the godly shall be staid
By God's most sure and sweet
In time of greatest
He shall be their true strength and aid.
26. He shall be their true strength and aid,
He shall saue them from all
Against them usd by wicked
Because on Him their trust is laid.
Domine, ne in
1. LORD, while that Thy wrath doth bide,
Do not chide,
Nor in anger chastise me
For Thy shafts haue pierc't me sore,
And yet more
Still Thy hands vpon me be.
2. No sound part causd by Thy wrath
Nor my sins let my bones rest;
For my faults are highly spred
Whose foule weights haue me opprest
3. My wounds putrify and stink,
Of my filthy folly laid:
Earthly I do bow and crooke,
Still in mourning cheare arayd.
4. In my reines hot torment raignes,
Nothing in my body sound;
I am weake and broken sore,
In my heart such grief is found.
5. Lord, before Thee I do lay
My sighs are not hid from Thee;
My heart pants, gon is my might,
Of mine eyes abandons me.
6. From my plague, kinn, neighbour, friend,
But who for my life do waite,
They lay snares, they nimble be
Speaking evill, thinking deceit
7. But I, like a man become
Little hearing, speaking lesse,—
I, ev'n as such kind of wight,
Word with word do not represse.
8. For on Thee, Lord, without end,
My God, Thou wilt heare my voice,
For I sayd, heare, least they be
Whom my fall doth make rejoyce.
9. Sure I do but halting go,
Still my orethwart neighbor is.
Lo, I now to mourn begin
Telling mine iniquityes.
10. But the while they liue and grow
In great show,
Many mighty wrongfull foes,
Who do evill for good, to me
Why? because I virtue chose.
11. Do not, Lord, then me forsake,
Thy deare presence fair from me:
Hast, O Lord, that I be stayd
My salvation is in Thee.
1. THUS did I think, I well will mark my way,
Least by my tongue I hap to
I muzzle will my mouth while in the sight
I do abide of wicked wight.
And so I nothing said, I muet stood,
I silence kept, ev'n in the
2. But still the more that I did hold my peace,
The more my sorrow did
The more me thought my heart was hott in me,
And as I mus'd such world to
The fire took fire, and forcibly out breake
My tongue would needs, and
thus I spake:
3. Lord, unto me my times just measure giue,
Shew me how long I haue to
Lo, Thou a span's length madest my living line;
A span? nay, nothing in
What do we seeke? the greatest that I see,
At best, is merely vanity.
4. They are but shades, not true things where we liue;
Vain shades and vain, in
vain to grieue.
Look but on this; man still doth riches heape,
And knowes not who the
fruits shall reap.
This being thus, for what, O Lord, wait I?
I wait on Thee with hopefull
5. O, help me, help me, this farr yet I craue,
From my transgressions me to
Let me not be thrown down to so base shame,
That fooles of me may make
But I do hush, why do I say thus much?
Since it is Thou that makest
6. Ah! yet from me let Thy plagues be displac't,
For with Thy handy stroakes
I know that man's foule sin doth cause Thy wrath,
For when his sin Thy
Thou mak'st his beauty moth-like fading be;
So what is man but vanity?
7. Heare, Lord, my suits and cryes: stop not Thyn eares
At these my words all
cloath'd in teares,
For I with Thee on earth a stranger am,
But baiting, as my fathers
Stay then Thy wrath, that I may strength receiue,
Ere I my earthly being
1. WHILE long I did, with patient constancy,
The pleasure of my God attend,
He did Himself to me-ward bend,
And harkned how and why that I did cry.
And me from
Where I in
And my weake
step did stay.
2. So in my mouth He did a song afford
New song unto our God of prayse,
Which many seeing hearts shall
To feare with trust, and trust with feare the Lord.
Oh, He indeed
Whose trust is
Who bends not
To great men's
Nor ever turns
3. My God, Thy wondrous works how manifold!
What man Thy thoughts can count
I fain of them would speaking be,
But they are more then can by me be told.
nor sin ofiring,
much lesse didst craue:
But Thou didst
peirce my eare,
Thy lessons beare,
And witness me
4. Thus bound, I said, lo, Lord, I am at hand,
For in Thy book's roll I am
And sought with deeds Thy will to
Yea, Lord, Thy law within my heart doth stand.
I to great
Of Thy sweet
My lipps shall
My heart shall
5. Then, Lord, from me draw not Thy tender grace,
Me still in truth and mercy saue;
For endless woes me compast haue,
So prest with sins I cannot see my case.
well doth teach me,
sore pains, do reach me,
More than my
head hath haires;
So that my
Failes me with
6. Vouchsafe me help, O Lord, and help with hast:
Let them haue shame, yea, blush
Who jointly sought my bale to
Let them be cast away that would me wast.
Let them with
shame be cloyed,
Yea, let them
For guerdon of
As now to say
Aha! this is
7. But fill their hearts with joy who bend their wayes
To seek Thy beauty past conceit;
Let them that loue Thy saving
Still gladly say, vnto our God bee prayse!
Tho I in want
Yet God on me
Thou art my
help for aye,
Thou, art Hee
My God, O make
1. HE blessed is who with wise temper can
Judg of th' afflicted man,
For God shall him deliver in the time
When most his troubles clime.
The Lord will keep his life yet safe and sound
With blessings of the ground;
And will not him unto the will expose
Of them that be his foes.
2. When bedd, from rest, becomes his seat of woe,
In God his strength shall
And turn his couch, where sick he couched late,
To well recoverd state;
Therfore I said, in most infirmity,
Haue mercy, Lord, on me;
O, heale my soule; let there Thy care begin
Where 'gainst Thee lay my
3. My foes' evill words their hate of me display,
While thus, alas, they say,—
When, when will death o'retake this wretched wight,
And his name perish quite?
Their courteous visitings are courting lyes,
They inward evills disguise,
Even heapes of wicked thoughts, which streight they
As soon as out they go.
4. For then their hatefull heads close whispring be,
With hurtfull thoughts to
Now is he wrackt, they say; lo, there he lyes
Who never more must rise.
O, yee, my friend, to whom I did impart
The secrets of my heart,—
My friend, I say, who at my table sate,
Did kick against my state.
5. Therfore, O Lord, abandon'd thus of all,
On me let mercy fall,
And rayse me vp, that I may once haue might
Their merits to requite.
But what? this doth already well appeare
That I to Thee am deare,
Since foes, nor haue, nor shall haue cause to be
Triumphing over me.
6. But triumph well may I, whom Thou dost stay
In my sound rightfull way:
Whom Thou, O place of places, all dost place,
For aye, before Thy face.
So then be blest now, then, at home, abroad,
Of Israel the God:
World without end, let still this blessing flow;
Oh so, oh be it so.
1. AS the chased hart, which brayeth
Seeking some refreshing
So my soul in panting playeth,
Thirsting on my God to look.
My soul thirsts indeed in
After ever living Thee;
Ah, when comes my blessed being,
Of Thy face to haue a seing.
2. Daye and night my teares out flowing
Haue been my ill-feeding
With their dayly questions throwing,
Where is now thy God so
My heart melts remembring
How in troops I want to go:
Leading them, His prayses singing,
Holy daunce to God's house bringing.
3. Why art them, my soul, so sorry.
And in me so much, dismaid?
Wait on God, for yet His glory
In my song shall be
When but with, one look of
He shall me restore to
Ah, my soul it self appaleth,
In such longing thoughts it falleth.
4. For my mind on my God bideth,
Ev'n from Hermon's dwelling
From the grounds where Jordan slideth,
And from Mizzar's hilly
One deep with noyse of his
Other deeps of woe doth
While my God, with wasting wonders,
On me, wretch, His tempest thunders,
5. All Thy floods on me abounded,
Over me all Thy waues went:
Yet thus still my hope is grounded
That, Thy anger being spent,
I by day Thy loue shall
I by night shall singing
Praying, prayers still bequeathing,
To my God that gaue me breathing.
6. I will say, O Lord, my tower,
Why am I forgott by Thee?
Why should grief my heart devower,
While the foe oppresseth me?
Those vile scoffes of
Wound and rent me to the
When foes ask, with foule deriding,
Where hath now yor God His biding?
7- Why art thou, my soul, so sorry,
And in me so much dismaid?
Wait on God, for yet His glory
In my song shall be
Vnto Him a songe of praise
Still my thankfull heart
He who helpes my case distressed,
Even my God for ever blessed.
Judica me, Deus.
1. JUDG of all, judg me,
And protector bee
Of my cause, oppressed
Of most cruel sprites;
Saue me from bad wights
In false colours dressed.
2. For, my God, Thy sight
Giveth me my might;
Why then hast Thou left me?
Why walk I in woes,
While prevayling foes
Haue of joyes bereft me?
3. Send Thy truth and light,
Let them guide me right
From the paths of folly;
Bringing me to Thy
In Thy hill most holy.
4. To God's altars tho
I will boldly go,
Shaking off all sadnes;
To that God that is
God of all my blisse,
God of all my gladness.
5. Then lo, then I will,
With sweet musick's skill,
Gratefull meaning show Thee:
Then, God, yea, my God,
I will sing abroad
What great thanks I ow Thee.
6. Why art thou, my soul,
Cast down in such dole?
What ayles thy discomfort?
Wait on God, for still
Thank my God, I will,
My onely aide and comfort.