Psalm 19

1. Part.
THe heavens give to understand
The glory of the Lord:
The operations of his hand
The firmaments record.
Night unto night hath knowledg show'n,
And day with day confer'd:
And speech or language there is none
Where their voice is not heard.
Their line doth close and comprehend
The vast earth round about:
Unto the worlds remotest end
Their words are passed out.
The Lord a TABERNACLE there
Did for the Sun compose:
Which as a Bridegroom doth appear,
That from his chamber goes,
Rejoycing for to run a race
Like to a champion stout:
At heavens farthest distant place
Begins his going out.
And he to heavens utmost end
His circuit makes compleat:
And there is nothing can defend
Or hide it from his heart.
The law of God is perfect pure,
The soul it purifies:
His testimonies are most sure
And make the simple wise.

2. Part.
THe statues of the Lord are right,
And consolate the mind:
His precepts pure, affording light
To eyes by nature blind.
Gods fear is clean from all defects,
And alwayes doth endure:
His Judgements just in all respects,
And truth it self no truer.
Far more then many treasur'd summes
Of gold to be embrac't:
Far sweeter then the hony-combes,
Or hony to the taste.
They are thy servants monitors
How he his life should frame:
A great reward's provided for's
If we observe the same.
But who can all his errours see?
O cleanse my heart within
From secret faults, ô keep thou mee
From all presumptuous sin..
O let it have no Regiment
In me at any time:
And then shall I be innocent,
And cleer from greatest crime.
The meditations of my heart,
And every word I say
Take in good part, ô Lord that art
My Saviour, strength and stay