Psalm 19

GOds glorie, shines among the Sphears;
The heav'ns, his handle-works disclose;
Their daylie speach, his powre declares;
And e'vry night, his wisdome showes.
Their language, in al tongues is found;
Their Line, about Earths globe, doth runn:
Through-out the world their words do sound;
And, there's the Pallace of the Sunn.

He Bride-groome-like, refresh'd appears,
When he forgoes his lodging place;
Or gyant-like, when vp he rears
And chears himself, to runn a Race.
His Iornies are from thence begun,
Ev'n where, the bounds of heav'n are sett;
And, he quite round the world doth runn,
Refreshing all things with his heat.

God's Rule is plaine, & soules convarts;
His witnes firme, & maketh wise:
His lawes are just, & glad our harts;
His Precepts pure, & clear our eyes.
His blamles Feare is vn-confin'de,
Both true & right, are all his doomes,
More worth then gold (ev'n gold refin'de)
More sweet, then hony in the combes,

Moreover, they thy servant warne,
By keeping them, he profit winns:
But, Lord, his guilt who cann descerne?
Oh! therfor purge my secreat sinns.
From daring Crimes. thy sarvant save,
And, let them bear no sway in me:
So, I the lesse rebuke shall have,
And, from the great-offence, be free.

Oh! when I speake, let ev'ry word,
And ev'rie muzing of my hart,
Be pleasing in thy sight, oh Lord,
For, thou my strength, & saviour art.