IX. THE APOSTLES.

XV.

X. THE MARTYRS.

XIV.
And whill this universal choir,

(That church in triumph, this in warfare nere, AND thy illustrious zodiack

Warm’d with one all-partaking fire Of twelve apostles, which ingirt this all,

Of love, that none be lost, which cost thee dear) (From whuni wholoc'er do not take

Prays ceaselessly, and thou hearken 100,
Their light, to dark deep pits: hrown down do fall) (since to be gracious
As through their prayers thon haft let me kuow

Our task is treble, to pray, bear, and do)
That their books are divine,

Hear this pray'r, Lord ! O Lord! deliver us May they pray ftill, and be heard that I go From trusting in those prayers, though pour'd ou

thus.
Th'old broad way in applying; O decline (mine.
Me, when my comment would make thy word

From being anxious, or secure,
Dead clouds of sadness, or light squibs of mirth,
From thinking that great courts imnitre

All or no happiness, or that this earth
And since thou so desirously

Is only for our prison fram'd,

Or that thou'rt covetous Didit long to die, that long beforc thou couldit,

To chem thru lov'it, or that they are maim'd, And long since thou no more couldit die, Thou in thy scatter'd myftic body wouidit

From reaching this world's sweets : who seek the

thus in Abel die, and ever since In thine, let their blood come

With all their might, good Lord! deliver us. To beg for us a discreet patience Of death, or of worse life; for, oh! to some

From needing danger to be good,
Not to be martyrs is a martyrdom.

From owing thee yesterday's tears to-day,
From crufting fo inuch to thy blood,
That in that hope we wound our fouls away:
From bribing thee with alms t' excuse
Some sin more burdenous ;

From light affecting in religion news,
THEREFORE with thce triumpheth there

From thinking us all soul, neglecting thus
A virgin squadron of white Confessors,

Our mutual duties, Lord! deliver us.
Whose bloods betroth'd, not married, were
Tender'd, not taken by those ravilhers :

From tempting Satan to tenpt us, "They know, and pray that we may know :

By our connivance or Iack company ; In every Christian

From measuring ill by vicious, Hourly tempestuous persecutions grow.

Neglecting to chok Sin's spawn, vanity; Temptations martyr us alive. A man

From indiscreet humility,
Is to himself a Diocletian.

Which might be fcandalous,
And cast reproach on Christianity;
From being Ipies, or to spies per vious;

From thirit or scorn of fame, deliver us.
Tue cold white-snowy nunnery,

Deliver us through thy descent (Which, as thy mother, their high abbess, ferit

Into the Virgin, whose womb was a place Their bodies back again to thee,

Of middle kind, and thou being fent As thou hadft lent them, clean and innocent)

T’ungracious us, ftay'att at her full grace; Though they have not obtain'd of the

'And through thy poor birth, where first thor That or thy church or I

Glorify'att Poverty,
Should kvep, as they, our first integrity :

And yet soon after riches didst allow,
Divorce thou fio in us, or bid it die,
And call chalte widowhood virginity.

By accepting kings gifts in th' Epiphany,
Deliver, and make us to both ways free.

XI. THE CONFESSORS.

XVII.

XIT. THE VIRGINS.

XVIII.

XIX.

XII. THE DOCTORS.

And through that bitter agony,

Which ftill is th' agony of pious wits, The sacred academ above

Dilputing what diftorted thee, of doctors, whose pains have unclaip'd and

And interrupted cvennefs with fits; tanght

And through thy free confciun, Both books of life to us (for love

Though thereby they were then To know the Scripture tells us we are wrote

Made blind, so that thou night'st from them h.

Good Loid! deliver us; and teach us when In thy other book) p ay for us there, That what they have misdone,

We may not, and we may, blind unjust men, Or mil-laid, we to that may not adhere; Their zeal may be our fin, Lord, let us run

Through thy subnitting all to blows Mean ways, and call them fiars, but not the fun. Thy tice, thy robes to spoil

, thy fame to score

XXVII.

XXVIII.

XXII.

All ways which rage or justice knows [born; , When they do most accafe us, may see then
And by which thou could shew that thou wast Us to amendment hear them, thee decline;
And through ihy gallant humbleness,

That we may open our ears, Lord! lock thine.
Which thou in death didit (new,
Dying before thy soul they could express, That Learning, thine ambassador,
Deliver us from death, by dying lo

From thine allegiance we never tenipt;
To this world, e'er this world do bid us go. That beauty, Paradise's flow'r,
XXI.

For phyfic made, from poison be exempt;
When senses, which thy foldiers are,

That wit, born apt high good to do,
We arm against thee, and they fight for fin; By dwelling lazily
When Want, fent but to tame, doth war,

On Nature's nothing, be not nothing too;
And work Despair a breach to enter in;

That our affections kill us not, nor die.
When Plenty, God's image and scal,

Hear us, weak echoes, O thou ear and-cry!
Makes us idolatrous,
And love it, not him, whom it should reveal; Son of God! hear us : and since thou,
When we are mov'd to seem religious,

By taking our blood, ow'st it us again,
Only to vent wit, Lord! deliver us.

Gain to thyself and us allow,

And let not both us and thyfelf be lain. In churches when th' infirmity

O Lamb of God! which took it our fin,
of him which speaks diminishes the word; Which could not Alick to thec,
When Magistrates do milapply

O let it not return to us again!
To us, as we judge, lay our ghostly sword; But patient and physician being free,
When Plaguc, which is thine angel, reigns, As fun is nothing, let it no where be.
Or Wars, thy champions, fway;
Wheo Heresy, thy fecond deluge, gains,
In th' hour death, th’eve of lait judynient-day,
Deliser us from the finister way.

UPON TRE TRANSLATION OF THE PSALMS,
XXII.
Hear us, hear us, Lord! to thee

By Sir Pbilip Subrey and the Countess of Pembroke, A linner is more music when he prays, Than (plıcres or angels praúes be

ETERNAL God! (for whom whocver dare la pancgyric alleluias;

Seck new expressions do the circle square", Hear us; for till thou hear Lord!

And thrust into irait corners of poor wit We know not what to say :

Thce, who art cornerless and infinite) Trine car to our sighs, tears, thoughts, gives veice I would but bless thy name, not liame thee now ; and word.

(And thy gifts are as infinite as thou :)
O thou! who Satan heardit in Job's sick day, Fix we our praises therefore on this one,
Hear thyself now, for thou in us doit pray. That as thy bleted Spirit fell upon
XXIV.

Thule Pfalms firit author in a cloven tongue, That we may change to evcancís

(For 't was a double power by which he lung, This intermitting anguish picty;

The highest matter in the noblest form) That snatching cramps of wickedness,

So thou hast clest that spirit, to perform Ad apoplexits of saft sin may die;

That work again, and thed it here upon That muíc of thy promises,

Two, by their bloods and by thy Spirit one; Not threats in thunder, may

A brother and a filter, made by thee Awaken us to our just offices;

The organ, where thou art the harmony; What in thy book thou doft, or creatures, say, Two that make one John Baptist's hoiy voice; That we may hear, Lord! hear us, when we pray. And who that psalm, " Now let the illes rejoice,"

Have both transateci, and apply'd it too; That our ears sickness wc may cnre,

Both told us what, and taught as how to do. Ard reci ly those labyrinths ariyht;

They show usillanders our joy, our:king; That we by hea:l'ning not procure

They tell us why, and teach us how to fing. Our praise, nor other's dispraise lo invite ; Make all this all, three choirs, heav'n, earth, and That we get not a lip'rineis,

heres; And senselefily decline,

The firit, hea; 'n, hati a song, but no man hears;' From hearing bold wies jest at kings excess, The spheres have music, buz they have no tongue, T'aumit the like of Majelly divine;

Their harmony is rather danc'd than sung: That we may lock our ears, Lord ! open thine. But our third choir, to which the firit gives ear,

(for angels learn by what the church does hear) That living law, the magiftrate,

This choir baih all. The organisl is lie Which to give us and make us physic doth

Who hach tun'd God and man, the cryan we: Our vices often aggravate;

The fongsare these which Hcav’n's high holy Muse That preachers, taxing lin before her growth, Whilper'd to David, David to tie Jews, That Satan, and envenom'd men,

And David's fuccellors in holy zeal Waich will, if we farrc, dine,

Ir. form ofiny and art do TC-Icveal

us,

XXVI.

To us so sweetly and sincerely too,
That I must not rejoice as I would do,

ON THE SACRAMENT,
When I behold that these Plalms are become
So well attir'd abroad, so ill at home;

He was the Word that spake it,
So well in chambers, in thy church so ill,

He took the bread and brake it;
As I can scarce call that Reform'd until

And what that Word did make it,
This be reform'd. Would a whole ftate present I do believe and take it.
A lefser gift than some one man hath sent ?
And shall our church unto our spouse and King
More hoarse, more harsh, than any other, fing?
For that we pray, we praise thy name for this,

THE LAMENTATION OF JEREMY,
Which by this Moses and this Miriam is
Already done; and, as those Psalms we call

For the most part according to Tremellius. (Though some have other authors) David's all; So though some have, some may some Psalms translate,

CH A P. . We thy Sidnean Psalms shall celebrate;

1. How fits this city, late most populous, And till we come th' extemporal song to sing,

Thus solitary, and like a widow chus? (Learned the first hour that we see the King,

Amplest of nations, queen of provinces
Who hath translated those translators) may

She was, who now thus tributary is.
These, their sweet learned labours, all the way
Be as our tuning, that wheo hence we part,

2. Still in the night Mhe weeps, and her tears sal We may fall in with them, and sing our part. Down by her checks along, and none of all

Her lovers comfort her. Perfidiously

Her friends have dealt, and now are 'enemy. A HYMN TO CHRIST,

3. Unto great bondage and afflictions

Juda is captive led : those nations At the Author's last going into Germany.

With whom she dwells no place of rest afford;

In Itraits she meets her persecutor's sword. In what torn ship foever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy ark; 4. Empty are the gates of Sion, and her ways What sea foever swallow me, that flood

Mourn, because none come to her solemn days, Shall be to me an emblem of thy blond.

Her priesls do groan, her maids are comfortless, Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise And shc's unto herself a bitterness. Thy face, yet through that mask I know those eyes, Which, though they turn away sometimes, s. Her foes are grown her head, and live at peao They never will despise.

Because when her transgressions did increase

The Lord Itruck her with sadness. Th'enemy I sacrifice this island unto thee,

Doth drive her children to captivity. And all whom I love here, and who love me; When I have put this flood 'twixt them and me, 6. From Sion's daughter is all beauty gone. Put thou thy blood betwixt my fins and thee. Like harts, which seek for pasure and find none, As the tree's sap doth seek the root below

Her princes are ; and now before the foe, [gIn winter, in my winter now I go,

Which still pursues them, without strength the Where none but thee, th’ Eternal root Of true love, I may know.

7. Now in their days of tears, Jerusalem

(Her men Nain by the foe, none fuccouring there Nor thou, nor thy religion, doft controul

Remembers what of old fhc esteem's most, The am'rousness of an harmonious soul;

Whilit her foes laugh at her for which the 'ath lo! But thou wouldst have that love thyself : as thou Art jealous, Lord! so I am jealous now.

8. Jerusalem hath sinn'd, therefore is the Thou lov'it not, till from loving more thou free Renov'd, as women in locleanness be : My soul : whoever gives, takes liberty.

Who honour'd, scorn her; for her foulnef, ney Oh! if thou car'lt not whom I love,.

Have seen : herself doth groan, and turn away. Alas! thou lov'st not me.

9. Her fouiness in her skirts was seen, yet the Seal then this bill of my divorce to all

Remember'd not her end; miraculonfly On whom those fainter beams of love did fall; Therefore the fell, none comforting. Behold, Marry those loves which in youth scatter'd be O Lord! my afiliction, for the foc grows

bold. On face, wit, hopes, (false mistrelles) to thee. Churches are belt for prayer that have lcald light: 10. Upon all things, where her delight hath beTo see God only I go out of sight;

The foe hath stretch'd his hand; for the hath : And to 'scape stormy days I choose

Heathen, whors she commandt hould not do An everlasting night,

Into her holy sanctuary go.

11. And all her people groan and seek for bread; To earth the beauty of Israel, and hath
And they have given, only to be fed,

Forgot his footstool in the day of wrath!
All precious things, wherein their pleasure lay.
How cheap lm grown, O Lord! behold, and weigh. 2. The Lord unsparingly hath swallowed

All Jacob's dwellings and demolished 12. All this concerns not you, who pass by me; To ground the strength of Juda, and profan'd O! fee, and mark if any forrow be

The princes of the kingdoni and the land,
Like to my sorrow, which Jehovah hath
Done to me in the day of his fierce wrath. 3. In heat of wrath the horn of Israel he

Hath clean cut off; and, left the enemy
13. That fire, which by himself is governed, Be hinder'd, his right hand he doth retire,
He hach cat from heav'n on my bones, and spread But is t'wards Jacob all devouring fire.
A net before my feet, and me o'erthrown,
And made me languith all the day alone.

4. Like to an enemy he bent his bot,

His right hand was in posture of a foe; 14. His hands hath of my fins framed a yoke,

To kill what Sion's daughter did defise, Which wreath'd, and caft upon my neck, hath broke

'Gainst whom his wrath he poured forth like fire. My strength. The Lord unto those enemies Hach given me, from whom I cannot rise. s. For like an enemy Jehovah is,

Devouring Israel and his palaces; 15. He under foot hath trodden in my sight

Destroying holds, giving additions
My strong men; he did company excite

To Juda's daughters lamentations.
To break my young men; he the wine-press hath
Trod upon Juda's daughter in his wrath.

6. Like to a garden hedge he hath cast downi

The place where was his congregation, 16. For these things do I weep; mine eye, mine eye And Sion's feasts and Sabbaths are forgot; Catts water out; for he which should be nigh Her king, her priest; his wrath regarded not. To confort me is now departed far; The foe prevails, forlorn my children are.

7. The Lord forsakes his altar, and detesis

His fanctuary; and in the foes lands refts 17. There's none, though Sion do stretch out her His palace, and the walls, in which their cries hand,

Are heard, as in the true fulemnities.
To comfort her: it is the Lord's command
That Jacob's focs girt him : Jerusalem

8. The Lord hath cast a line, fo to cunfound Is as an unclean woman amongst them.

And level Sion's walls unto the ground :

He draws not back his hand, which doch o’er. 18. But yet the Lord is just and righteous Itill; I have rebell'd against his holy will;

The wall and rampart, which together mourn. O hear, all people ! and my sorrow see, My maids, my young men, in captivity.

9. The gates are sunk unto the ground, and he

Hath broke the bar; their kings and princes be 19. I called for my lovers then, but they

Amongst the heachen without law, nor there Deceiv'd me, and my priests and elders lay Unto the prophets doth the Lord appear. Dead in the city; for they fought for meat, (get. Which should refresh their souls, and none could 10. There Sion's elders on the ground are plac'd,

And filence keep; duft on their heads they caft; 20. Because I am in straits, Jehovah ! fee

In fackcloth hath they girt themselves, and low My heart o’erturn'd, my bowels muddy be; The virgins towards ground their heads du throw. Because I have rebell's so much, as fast The sword, without as death within doth waste. 11. My howels are grown muddy, and mine cyes

Are faint with weeping; and my liver lies Of all which here I mourn, none comforts me; Poard out upon the ground, for milery My es have heard my grief, and glad they be That sucking children in the Itreets do die. That ca ou haft done it; but thy promis'd day Will come, when, as I suffer, lo hall they. 19. When they had cry'd unto their mothers,

Where 22. Let all their wickedness appear to thee; Shall we have bread and drink? they fainted Do unto them as thou hast done to me

there; For all my fins, the fighs which I have bad And in the street, like trounded persons, lay, Are very many, and my heart is sad.

Till 'twist their mothers breasts chey went away, CHA P. II.

13. Daughter Jerusalem; oh! wha: may be

A witness or comparisou for thee? 1. How over Sion's daughter hath God heng Sion, to ease thee, what shall I nane like thee?. His wrath's thick cloud! and from heaven hath Xung Thy breach is like the lea; what help can be?

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14. F. r the vain soolisi things thy prophets sought, 11. He itops my way, tears me, made desolate; Thee thine iniquiries they have not taught,

12. And he makes me the mark he ihooteth ai. Which might Jilturn thy bondage; but for thee False burthens and falfe causes they would see. 13. He made the children of his quiver pass

Into my reins. 14. I with ny people was 15. The passengers do clap their hands and hiss, All the day long a song and mockery. And wåg their head at thee, and say, " Is this 15. He hath me fill'd with bitterness, and he “ That city which so many men did call Joy of the earth, and perfectest of all;"

Hath made me drunk with wormwood. 16. H

hath burit 16. Tlty foes do gape upon thee, and they hiss, My teeth with stones, and covered me with du? And gnash their teeth, and say, " Devour we shis; 17. And thus my soul far off from peace was fut " For this is certainly the day which we

And my prosperity I did forget. Lxpected, and which now we find and see.”

18. My frength, my hope, (unto myself I faid) 17. The Lord hath done that which he purposed, which ironi the Lord fhould come, is perished. Tulfill'd his word, of old determined ;

19. But when my mournings I do think upon, He hath thrown down, and not spar'd, and thy foo My wornwood, hemlock, and afiliation, Made glad above thee, and advanc'd him fo.

20. My soul is humbled in rememb’ring this; 18. But now their hearts unto the Lord do call; 21. My heart considers; therefore hope there 'Therefore, O walls of Sion! let tears fall

22. 'Tis God'a great mercy we're not utterly Down like a river day and night; take thee

Consum'd, for his compaflions do not die; No rest, but let thine cye incessant be.

23. For every morning they renewed be; 19. Arise, cry in the night, pour out thy sins, For great, O Lord! is chy fidelity. Thy heart, like water, when the watch begins; 24. The Lord is, faith my foui, my portion, Lift up thy hands to God, lest children die, And therefore in him will I hope alone. Which, faint for hunger, in the streets do lie.

25. The Lord is good to them who on him rely 20. Behold, O Lord! consider unto whom

And to the soul that seeks hin earnestly. 'Thou hast done this; what, fhall the women come 26. It is both good to trust, and to attend To cat their children of a span? thall thy

The Lord's salvation unto the cnd. Prophet and priest be sain in fanctuary?

27. 'Tis good for one his yoke in youth to bear 21. On gronnd in streets the young and old do lie; 28. He fits alone, and doth all speech forbear, My virgins and young men by sword do die; Because he hath born it : 29. And his mouth Then in the day of thy wrath thou hast Nain,

lays Nothing did thee from killing then contain. Deep in the dust, yet then in hope he stays. 22. As to a solemn feast, all whom I fear'd 30. He gives his checks to whosoever will 'Thou call'It about me; when thy wrath appear'd, Strike him, and so he is reproached till. None did remain or 'scape; for those which I 31. For not for ever doth the lord forsake; Brought up did perifh by mine enemy.

32. But when he hath ftruck with fadnels,

doth take CHA P. III.

Compassion, as his mercy's infinite. 1. I am the man which have ami&tion feen, 33. Nor is it with his heart that he doth smite, Under the rod of God's wrath having been. 34. That under foot the prisoners ftanıped be, 2. He hath led me to darkness, not to light, 35. That a man's right the judge himself doch 3. And again t me all day his hand doth fight.

To be wrung from him ; 36. That he subve 4. He hath broke my bones, worn out my fch In his just cause, the Lord allows not this. and skin;

37.. Who then will say that ought doth com 5. Built up against me; and hath girt me in But that which by the Lord commanded was? With hemlock, and with labour; 6. And fet me 1:1 dark, as they who dead for ever be.

38. Both good and evil from liis mouth proced

39. Why then grieves any man for his misdeed 7. He hath hedg'd melert l'Scapc, and added more 40. Turn we to God, by trying out our ways 'To my llcel fetters, heavier than before.

41. To him in heav'n our hands with hearts 8. When I cry out, he out fhuis my prayer; 9.

raife. And liath

(path. S:opp'd with hewn stone my way, and turn'd ny 42. We have rebell'd, and fall’n away from ti

Thou pardon't not; 43. Uleft no clemency: Jo. And like a lion bid in fecrecy..

Purlu'st us, kill'It us, cover't us with wrath; Or bear, which lies in wait, he was to me. 44.Cover'it thyfe!! with clouds, that our prayer