Psalm 132

REmember Lord, what David's troubles be,
And, what to Iacob's mightie God, he swore.
In house or bedd, I will not rest, said he,
Nor shall mine eyes, or sleep, or slumber more;
Vntill a place be found, of my providing,
For Iacob's God, the mighty Lord's abiding.

Lo, Ephrata, wee heard, the place should be,
And, in the forrest-feilds, wee found the same.
Thy house therefore, to enter, purpose wee,
And, at thy footstoole, will adore thy Name.
Arise, oh Lord, ascend thy resting bowre;
Thou, & the Arck, of thy Almightie powre.

Let righteousnes, thy sacred Preists aray,
And. let thy saints, a ioyfull tryvmph make:
Oh turne not thy Messiah's face away.
For, thy beloved Servant David's sake,
To whome thou swar'st thy promise, vnrecalled,
That on his Throne, his Seed should be installed.

If they, saidst thou, my League & word respect;
Thy Children, on thy Throne shall ever sitt:
For, I the Lord, did Syon hill, elect;
And, for my dwelling, I have chosen it.
My setled rest is there, & I'le possesse it;
I love it, & with plenties, I will blesse it.

The pore thereof, with bread I will sustaine,
Her Preists I'le clothe will health, her saints shal
A Lamp for mine Anointed, I'le ordaine, (sing.
And, I will make the horne of David spring:
I, those will shame, that for is harme endeavor;
But, on himself, his Crowne shall flourish ever.