Thee father hath spooken; thow art my deerely begotten:

This day thy person for my great issue breeding.

Too me frame thy praiers, eke of ethnicks the heyre wil I make the,

Also toe thy seisin wide places earthlye give I.

With the rod hard steeled thow shalt their villenye trample;
Like potters pypkin naughtye men easlye breaking.
You that ar earthlye Regents, Judges terrestrial harcken,
With the loare of virtu warily too be scholed.
Too God your service with feareful duitye betake yee;
With trembling gladnesse yeeld to that highnes honor.
Lerne wel your lessons, least that God ruffle in anger
And fro the right stragling, with furye snatcht ye perish.
When with swift posting his dangerus anger aprocheth,
They shal bee blessed which in his help be placed.

17.-Certayne Psalms, by Abraham Fraunce. 1591. 4o.
Psalm viii.

O Prince all-puysant, ô King al-mightyly ruling,

How wōdrous be thy works, and how strange are thy proceedings?
Thou hast thy greate name with moste greate glory reposed
Over, above those lamps, bright-burning Lamps of Olympus,
Ev'n very babes, yong babes, yong sucking babes thy triumphant
Might set foorth; to the shame of them which injury offer,
Ev'n to the shame of them which damned blasphemy utter.

When that I looke to the skies, and lyft myne eyes to the heavens,
Skies thyne owne hand-work and heavens fram'd by thy fingers;
When that I see this Sunne, that makes my sight to be seeing
And that Moone, her light, light half-darck, dayly renuing,
Sunne dayes-eye shynyng, Moone nights-light chereful apearing
When that I see sweete Starres through christal skies to be
sprinckled,

Some to the first spheare fixt, some here and there to be wandryng,
And yet a constant course with due revolution endyng.
Then doe I thinck, ô Lord, what a thing is man, what a wonder?

18.-Sundry Psalms, by H. Lok. 1597. 4o.

Psalm cxxi.

1. Unto the hils I lift my eyes, from whence my helpe shall grow; 2. Eve to the Lord which fram'd the heavens, and made the deeps

below.

3. He will not let my feete to slip, my watchman neither sleepes. 4. Behold the Lord of Israell, still his flocke in safety keepes.

5. The Lord is my defence, he doth about me shadow caste;

6. By day nor night, the sunne nor moone, my limbs shall burne or blast.

7. He shall preserve me from all ill, and me from sinne protect; 8. My going in and comming forth, he ever shall direct.

19.-The Penitential Psalms, by R. Verstegan. 1601. 8°.
Psalm cxxix.

Ev'n from the depth of woes
Wherein my soule remaines
To thee in supreame blis
O Lord that highest raignes,
I do both call and cry :
'Tis deep hart-sorrow's force
That moves me thus to waile,
'Tis pittie Lord in thee

Must make it to availe,

Thyne eares therefore aply.

2.

If stricktly thow o Lord
Observed haest my sinne,
Alas what shal I do?
What case then am I in?

If rigour thow extend:
But well o Lord I know
Sweet mercy dwelles with thee,
And with thy justice then
It must expected bee,

And I therefore attend.

20.-Certain Psalms, by A. Montgomery? Edinburgh. 1606. 8°.

Psalm xix.

The firmament

and heavens outstent

so excellent

Thine handy worke and glorious praise proclame :

Each day to day

succeeding ay

in their array

And night to night by course do preache the same.
No sound of breath or speech

of men have they

Yet everie-where they preach

thy praise, I say:

Their lyne goeth out

the earth about

Their voice is heard throughout the world so wide.

There he a Throne

sette for the Sunne

And Paylion plight, his mansion to abide.

21.-The Psalms, by H. Ainsworth. 1612. 4°.

1. To the Mayster of the Musik :

a Psalm of David.

2. The heavens, doo tel the glory of 2. The heav'ns, doo tel the glory of God : God: and the outspred-firmament sheweth, the work of his hands. 3.

Work of his hands. Day unto day,
dooth largely-utter speach:

and night to night dooth knowledge shew.
No speach, and words are none:

5. Their voice it-is not heard. Their line through al the earth is gone :

22.-Fifti Select Psalms, by Sir E. Sandys. 1615. 4o.

Psalm xix.

The heavens declare the glori' of God; that worlds great arch foorth-tels

His handi woork we are himself who thousand heavens excels. Both day to day resounds these woords, and night to night inures This knowledge high; which vieuing ey to muzing mynd assures. No speach, no language under sky, which hath not heard their

voice:

Their woords through earth to ends of world run ruled with glorious noise.

He here the Sun in bour hath placed: the sun, like bridegrome

brave

Who coming foorth, like Giant stout to run his race dooth crave. His course from utmost end of heaven he takes, and round amain By mighti compas to' utmost end of heaven returns again.

His glistering rays all guild the world: no less his quicning heat, What earth, what air, what sea containth, cheers up with comfort great.

23. The Psalms, by H. Dod. 1620. 12°.

Psalm xix.

1.

The heavens bright through all the earth
the glorie of God declare:

The firmament lykewise sheweth
that they his hand workes are.
Day unto day doth utter speach,
and night to night doth shew
That by their course exactly kept
true knowledge still may growe.

2.

Yet speach or language there is none

but yet their voyce is heard.

Their line through all the earth is gone:

their words throughout the world.

Unto the utmost end thereof:

and in them plac'd hath he

A tabernacle for the Sunne.

Which well compar'd may be.

3.

Unto a bride grome stately trim'd
which do'th from chamber come
And lyke a strong man greatly do'th
rejoyce his race to runne.
His goeing foorth is from the end
of heaven where he is set,
His circuit to the endes thereof

nothing hid from his heat.

24.-Some Psalms, by Bishop Joseph Hall. 1624. fol.

Psalm viii.

1.

How noble is thy mighty Name,

O Lord, o're all the worlds wide frame,
Whose glory is advanc't on high

Above the rowling heavens racke!
How for the gracelesse scorner's sake,
To still the avenging enemy,

2.

Hast thou by tender infants tongue,
The praise of thy great Name made strong,
While they hang sucking on the brest!
But when I see the heavens bright,
The moone and glittering starres of night,
By thine Almighty hand addrest,

3.

Oh! what is man, poore silly man,

That thou so mind'st him, and dost daine
To look at his unworthy seed!
Thou hast him set not much beneath
Thine Angels bright; and with a wreath
Of glory hast adorn'd his head.

4.

Thou hast him made high soveraigne
Of all thy works, and stretcht his raigne
Unto the heardes, and beasts untame,

To fowles, and to the scaly traine,
That glideth through the watry Maine.

How noble each-where is thy Name!