P the Lord, for he is good, for his mercy endureth for ever. a Give praife unto the God of gods, &c. for his mercy, 3 Give praife unto the Lord of lords, for his mercy, &c. 4 Who only doth great wondrous works, for his mercy,.&c. 5 Who by his wifdom made the heav'ns, for his mercy, &c. 6 Who on the waters ftretch'd the earth, for his mercy, &c. 7Who made great lights to fhine abroad, for his mercy, &c. 8 The fun to rule the fightfome day, for his mercy, &c. The moon and ftars to rule the night, for his mercy, &c. 10 Who Egypt (mote with their firft born, for his mercy, &c. And Ifrael brought out from thence, for his mercy, &c. 12 With mighty hand and out Aretched arm, for his mercy, &c. 13 Who cut the Red lea in two parts, for his mercy, &c. 14 And Ifrael made to pafs through, for his mercy, &c. 15 And drowned Pharaoh and his hoft, for his mercy, &c. 16 Through wildernefs his people led, for his mercy, &c. 17 Who did finite great and noble kings, for his mercy, &c. 18 Yea, and alfo flew mighty kings, &c. for his mercy, 19 Sehon king of the Amorites, for his mercy, &c. 20 And Og the king of Bafan-land, for his mercy, &c. 21 And gave their land for heritage, for his mercy, &c. 22 Even to his fervant Ifrael, for his mercy, &c. 23 Remembring us in low eftate, for his mercy, &c. 24 And from oppreflours refcu'd us, for his mercy, &c. 25 Who giveth food unto all Refh, for his mercy, &c. 26 Praife ye the Lord of heav'n above, for his mercy, &c. 27 Give thanks unto the Lord of lords, for h's mercy endureth for ever. Another of the fame by T. C. Laud the Lord benign, His mercies dure Eternally, 2 The Lord of lords praise ye; 3 Which God omnipotent 4 Yea, he the heavy charge 5 Great lights he made, for why? 6 Alfo the moon fo clear, 7 With grievous plagues and fore 8 And from amidit their land 9 The fea he cut in two 10 But overwhelm'd there then For certainly, &c. 11 Who led through wilderness, Great kings he brought to ground, 12 And with puiffant hand 13 And Og (the giant large) 14 Even unto Ifrael His fervant dear, I fay, That he therein might dwell, For certainly, &c. 15 Who us remembred when 16 Who doth all flesh with food PSA L. CXXXVII. W. W. WH Hen we did fit in Babylon the rivers round about: Then in remembrance of Sion the tears for grief burst out: We hang'd our harps and inftruments the willow trees upon : For in that place men for their use had planted many a one. Then they to whom we priforers were faid to us tauntingly, Now let us hear your Hebrew fongs and pleasant melody. Alas! faid we, who can once frame The praifes of our loving God, Then let my fingers quite forget- 5 And let my tongue within my mouth Therefore, O Lord, remember now 3 Remember, Lord, their cruel words, when with a mighty found They cried, Down, yea, down with it unto the very ground. Even fo fhalt thou, O Babylon, to Yea, bieffed thall that man be call'd, TS A L. CXXXVIII. N. Hee will I praife with my whole heart, 3 Even for thy loving kindness fake and for thy truth withal: For thourthy Name haft by thy word 4 When I did call, thou heardest me, Yea, all the kings on earth fhall give 7 The Lord is high, but yet he doth the lowly man refpec: The proud he knows far off, and them 8 Although in midit of trouble I By the right hand, the Lord God will 10 Thy mercies lait for evermore PSA L. CXXXIX. N. Lord, thou haft me try'd and know My riling up and thoughts far off, 2 My path, yea, and my bed likewic acquainted with my ways. 4 Such knowledge is too wonderful 7 Yea, let me take the morning wings; ~ 9 Or if I fay the darkness thali 10 The darkness hideth not from thee, The Second Part. 11 For thou pofieffed haft my reins, Thy works are marvellous, right well my 13 My bones they are not hid from thee, altho in fecret place I have been made, and in the earth 14 When I was formiefs, then thy eye 15 The thoughts therefore of thee, O God, 16 If I fhould count them, lo, their fum I prefent am with thee. 18 Thefe are the men, O Lord, who speak moft wickedly of thee, And take thy Name in vain, because thy enemies they be. 19 Hate I not them that hate thee, Lord, and that in earnett wife? Am I not grieved with all thofe that up against thee rife? 20 I hate them with a perfect hate, Try me, O God, and know my heart And in thy way, O God my guide, PSA L. CXL. N. Free from the cruel man that means to cafe my steps to flide. f Therefore I faid unto the Lord, 7 Let not, O Lord, the wicked have 8 Of them that compafs me about, 9 Let coals fall on them, let them be PSA L. CXLI. N. Lord, upon thee do I call, 2 As incenfe let my prayers ftill be 3 For guiding of my mouth, O Lord O Lord, keep thou the door. 4 That I should wicked works commit, Lord, let me eat no part. 5 But let the righteous finite me, Lord, Let him reprove me, and the fame 6 Such fmiting (hall not break my head, 7 And when in ftony places down Then fhall they hear my words, because, 8 Our bones about the pits mouth sre A As when one breaketh and doth hew the wood upon the ground. 9 But, O my Lord and God, my eyes do look up unto thee: In thee is all my trust, let not my foul forfaken be: 10 Keep and preferve me from the nare 11 The wicked into their own nets PSA L. CXLII. N. Nto the Lord God with my voice And with my itrained voice unto 4 look'd and view'd on my right hand, but none there would me know: All refuge failed me, and for my foul none care did show. Then cried I to thee and faid O Lord, my hope thou art: And in the land of the living my portion, and my part. 6 Hear now my cry, for I am brought full low, deliver me From them that do me perfecute, for me too trong they be. That I may praife thy Name, my foul from prifon, Lord, bring out: When thou art good to me the just thall compafs me about. L PSA L. CXLIII. N. Yea, I do mufe upon the works 7 Hear me with fpeed, my spirit fails, Let thy good fpirit to the land Ord, hear my prayer, and my complaint which I do make to thee: And in thy native truth, and in thy justice anfwer me. 2 In judgment with thy fervant, Lord, O enter not at all: For juftify'd be in thy fight not one that liveth fhall. 3 The enemy purfu'd my foul, Yet I record time paft, and on of mercy me convey. 11 For thy Name's fake with quickning grace alive do thou me make: And out of trouble bring my foul, even for thy juftice fake. 12 And of thy mercy flay my foes, let them deftroyed be That do opprefs my foul, for I a fervant am to thee. PSA L. CXLIV. N. Bleft be the Lord my Arength that doth inftru& my hands to fight: The Lord that doth my fingers frame to battel by his might. 2 He is my hope, my fort, and tower deliverer and thiela: In him I trait; my people he fubdues to me to yield. 3 O Lord, what thing is man, that him Or fon of man, that upon him As fleeting thade. Bow down, O Lord, the heavens and thence defcend. The mountains touch,and they shall smoke caft forth thy lightning flame, And featter them; thy arrows fhoot, confume them with the fame. Send down thy hand from heav'n above Take me from waters great, from hand Whofe fubtil mouth of vanity, with flattering words doth treat: And their right hand is a right hand of falfhood and deceit. 8 A new fong will I fing, to thee, O God the Lord most high And on a ten fring'd-lute alfo praife thee moit joyfully. DS Even Even he it is that only gives deliverance to kings: Unto his fervant David help from hurtful fword he brings. The Lord upholdeth them that fall, their fliding he doth stay. II The eyes of all do wait on thee, thou doft them all relieve: 10 From strangers hand me fave and fhield And thou to each fufficing food whofe mouth talks vanity: II That fo our fons may be as plants 12 Our garners full and plenty may Our fheep bring thousands in our streets, ten thousands may abound. 3 Our oxen be to labour ftrong, that none may us invade : No goings out there be, nor cries within our streets be made. 14 The people happy are that with fuch blettings great are ftor'd: Yea, blefied all the people are whofe God is God the Lord. PSA L. CXLV. N. Hee will I laud, my God and King and blefs thy Name alway: For ever will I praife the fame, 2 Great is the Lord most worthy praife And they hall of thy power, and of The Lord our God moft gracious is Of great abounding mercy, and Yea, good to all, and all his works his mercy doth exceed: Lo, all thy works do praife thee, Lord, and honour thee indeed. 8Thy faints do blefs thee, and they do thy kingdoms glory fhow: And blaze thy pow'r, to caufe the fons of men the fame to know. The Second Part And of thy kingdoms majefty to fpread the glorious prafe: Thy kingdom, Lord, a kingdomis that doth endure always: BO And thy dominion through each age gadures without decay, in feafon due doft give 12 Thou openeft thy plenteous hand And he will hear them when they cry, and fave them all he will. 15 The Lord préferves all thofe to him, that bear a loving heart: But he all them that wicked are will utterly fubvert. 16 My thankfu! mouth fhall gladly ípeak the praifes of the Lord: All fleth to praife his holy Name for ever fhall accora. PSAL. CXLVI. J. H. foul praife thou the Lord always, M my God, I will confefs: While breath and life prolong my days, 3 For why, their breath doth foon depart to earth anon they fall: And then the counfels of their heart 4 Blefied and happy are all they 5 Who made the earth and waters deep 6 With right always doth he proceed The Lord doth fend the blind their fight the lame to limbs restore: He loveth all that are upright, and just men evermore. 8 He doth defend the fatherless, and ftrangers fad in heart. He frees the widow from diftrefs; and ill mens ways fubvert. 9 The Lord thy God eternally, O Sion ftill fhall reign: In time of all posterity or ever to remain. |