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[IN the letter in which Sir Henry Wotton announced to the King that he had taken Deacon's Orders (1627), he says, "if I can produce nothing else for the use of Church and State, yet it shall be comfort enough to the little remnant of my life, to compose some Hymns unto his endless glory, who hath called me (for which his Name be ever blessed), though late to his Service, yet early to the knowledge of his truth, and sense of his mercy." (Rel. Wotton. p. 329, ed. 1672.) As No. XIII. was written before that time, during one of his Venetian Embassies, this Psalm, and the Hymn written during sickness, (No. XIV.) are the only results of this design which we possess.
Lord Aston, who has inserted the translation among his "Select Psalms in Verse," (1811, p. 185,) calls it "the finest specimen" he has " met with of sacred poetry among our earlier authors."]
Y Soul, exalt the Lord with Hymns of Praise: O Lord, my God, how boundless is Thy might! [Glorious Rays, Whose Throne of State is cloath'd with And round about hast robe'd Thy self with Light: Who like a Curtain hast the Heavens display'd, And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid:
Whose Chariots are the thickned Clouds above;
And fiery meteors their obedience show;
Who on his* Base the Earth didst firmly found,
The Waves that rise would drown the highest Hill, But at thy Check they flie, and when they hear Thy thundering Voice, they post to do thy Will, And bound their furies in their proper Sphere;
Where surging Floods and valing Ebbs can tell,
Who hath dispos'd, but thou, the winding way
Where Springs down from the steepy crags do beat, At which both foster'd Beasts their Thirsts allay, And the wild Asses come to quench their heat; Where Birds resort, and, in their kind, thy praise Among the Branches chant in warbling lays?
* So eds. 1651 and 1654. In ed. 1672, 'this'—,
The Mounts are watred from thy dwelling place;
And bread the staff whereon our strength doth rest;
So have the Fowls their sundry seats to breed;
Nor can the Heavenly Lights their course forget,
Thou mak'st the Night to over-vail the Day:
Then savage Beasts creep from the silent Wood; Then Lions Whelps lie roaring for their Prey, And at thy powerful Hand demand their Food; Who when at Morn they all recouch again, Then toyling Man till Eve pursues his pain.
O Lord, when on thy various works we look,
Nor Earth alone, but lo! the Sea so wide,
There go* the Ships that furrow out their way;
So eds. 1651 and 1654. In ed. 1672, it is misprinted, 'There go to the
Which yet have scope among the rest to play,
They gather when Thy gifts thou dost divide;
Their stores abound, if Thou thy hand enlarge; Confus'd they are, when Thou thy beams dost hide; In dust resolv'd, if Thou their breath discharge; Again, when Thou of Life renew'st the seeds, The withered Fields revest their chearful weeds.
Be ever gloried here Thy Soveraign Name,
That thou may'st smile on all which thou hast made; Whose frown alone can shake this earthly frame,
And at whose touch the Hills in smoak shall vade! For me, may (while I breath) both harp and voice In sweet indictment of thy Hymns rejoyce!
Let Sinners fail, let all Profaneness cease ;-
*H. W.' ed. 1654.