Psalm 89

MY song for ever shall express
The mercies of the Lord:
My mouth shall all his faithfulness
From age to age record.
For mercy shall (said I) be built,
For ever to indure:
Thou in the very heavens wilt
Thy truth establish sure.
I with my chosen have agreed
To faithfull David swore;
My servant, I will fix thy seed,
To stand for evermore.
To ages all thy throne I'l raise,
And heav'n shall find a tongue
Thy wondrous faithfulness to praise
Thy gathered Saints among.
In heaven who may any way
With our Lord God compare:
Who of the glorious Angels may
So bold compar'son dare?
The Saints assemblies that are his
Must greatly fear his Name,
And all that round about him is
Must reverence the same.

2. Part.
O Lord of hosts, what god excels
Like thee, with great pow'r crown'd?
Thy faithfulness who parallels
In all thy circuits round?
The restless raging of the seas,
Thou rulest at thy will:
Her swelling waves thou dost appease,
And mak'st it calm and still.
Thou brok'st in pieces Egypts land,
Like one that slaught'red lies:
Thou hast with thine almighty hand
Disperst thine enemies.
The heavens and the earth are thine,
The world and all inclos'd,
Thou foundest by that pow'r divine,
Which North and South compos'd.
Tabor and Hermon wondrously,
Shall in thy Name delight:
Thy hand is strong, thy right hand high,
Thy arm is full of might.
Justice and Judgement on thy thro•.
Retain a dwelling place:
Pure truth and mercy joyn'd in one,
Shall go before thy face.
That people blessed we record,
That knows the joyfull sound:
Thy countenances light ô Lord,
Shall safely them surround.
Even them thy righteousness shall raise,
And they shall take delight
In thy great Name, that is their praise,
And glory of their might.
Thy favour such, that shall there spring,
Our horns advancement thence:
For Israels holy one's our King,
The Lord is our defence.

3. Part.
IN vision to thy Saint was said,
For then thou mad'st it known:
Lo, I my helping hand have laid,
Upon a mightie one.
A chosen Israelite I crown'd,
With holy Oil have I:
My servant David, whom I found
Anointed purposely.
Mine hand shall stablish his success,
Mine arm shall make him strong:
No foe, no sonne of wickedness,
Shall crush or do him wrong.
I'l crush his foes before his face,
Plague them that do him hate:
But will my faithfulness and grace
With him perpetuate.
•is horn shall be exalted high,
By my great Names command:
I'l stretch to th'Seas his soveraigntie,
To th'river his right hand.
Thou art my Father, he shall cry,
So invocate my Name:
My God, my rock, my sure supply,
Whence my salvation came.
Him my first-born will I advance,
All earthly Kings above:
And ever grant continuance,
Unto him of my love.
My cov'nant shall with him stand fast,
His seed shall still endure:
And I will make his throne to last,
As dayes of heaven sure.

4. Part.
IF Davids seed forsake my Law,
Not execute my will:
If from my precepts they withdraw,
Not my commands fulfill:
They shall be sure that I their God,
Their wickedness and sin,
With scourges of a smarting rod,
To visit will begin.
But of my loving kindness yet,
I will not him bereave:
Nor will my faithfulness permit
To take a finall leave.
My cov'nant with my chosen King,
By me shall ne'er be broke:
Nor will I alter any thing,
Which once my lips have spoke.
Once by my holiness I swore,
To David I'l not lie:
His seed shall last for evermore,
His throne before mine eye.
Like Sun and Moon it shall be fixt,
For ever they shall be
Heavens faithfull witnesses betwixt
My chosen King and me.

5. Part.
BUt thine anointed now abhor'd,
Thou hast cast off in wroth:
Made void thy servants cov'nant Lord,
The cov'nant of thy troth.
By casting down to ground thou hast
Profan'd his sacred crown:
Of his strong holds made wofull waste,
His hedges all broke down.
All passengers do him destroy,
He is in en'mies scorn:
And all his foes thou mad'st to joy.
And liftest up their horn.
Yea thou hast turn'd and blunted quite
His swords puissant edge:
And for to stand it out in fight,
Thou hast not been his pledge.
His glory thou hast caus'd to cease,
And cast his throne to ground:
His youthfull days thou didst decrease,
And him with shame confound.

6. Part.
How long Lord wilt thou hide thy face,
Shall thy continuall rage
Flame out as fire so long a space?
O think of my short age.
Why hast thou made all men in vain?
What man draws vitall breath,
That shall his soul from grave detain,
And not at all see death?
Thy former loving kindnesses,
Which thou didst swear and vow
To David in thy righteousness,
O Lord where are they now?
Remember, Lord, thy Saints reproach,
What taunts my bosome bears:
Which all the mighty people broach,
Thine en'mies taunts are theirs.
Wherewith they have reproacht the ways
Of thine anointed King:
To God be everlasting praise,
Amen, Lord grant the thing.