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PSALM XVIII .

Diligam te.

1.

Thee will I loue, O Lord, with all my heart's delight,
My strength, my strongest rock, which my defence hast been;
My God and helping God, my might and trustfull might,
My never pierced shield, my ever-saving horn,
My refuge, refuge then when I am most forlorn:
Whom then shall I invoke but Thee, most worthy prayse,
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 throne
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 bow'd heav'ns did descend
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 streight His shining eyes this misty masse disclos'd;
Then hayle, then firie coales, then thundred heavnly Sire,
Then spake He His lowd voyce, then hailestones coales, and fire.

5.

Then out His arrowes fly, and streight they scatterd been,
Lightning on lightning He did for their wrack augment;
The gulfs of water then were through their chanels seen,
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 noble place.

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 car'd;
Sound and vpright with Him, to wyckedness not bent.
Therefore, I say again, this goodnes He me sent,
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 will cast;
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 show,
Strengthning mine arms, that I could break an iron bow.

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 way,
My heeles and plants Thou didst from stumbling slip sustaine;
What foes I did persue, my force did them attaine,
That I ere I return'd destroy'd them utterly
With such braue wounds, that they under my feet did ly.

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 passe;
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 rayse,
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 enchaine:
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 brew:
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.
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