O GOD, OUR LORD! HOW LARGE IS THE EXTENT Of Thy great name and glorie excellent! It fills this world, but it doth shyne most bright Aboue the heauens, in th' vnapproachèd light. BY SUCKINGE BABES THOU DOST THY STRENGTH DISCLOSE, And by their mouth to silence put Thy foes. When I see HEAUEN wrought by Thy mighty hand, And all those glorious lights in order stand, Lord! what is man that Thou on him dost looke! Or of the SONNE OF MAN such care hast tooke! Next ANGELLS in degree Thou hast him plac't, And with a crowne of honour hast him grac't: Thou hast him made lord of Thy CREATURES all, Subjectinge them to his commaund and call; All birds and aiery fowles are vnder him, And fishes all which in the Sea doe swymme. O Lord, our God! how large is the extent Of Thy great name and glorie excellent! PSALM IX. Thee will I thanke euer with my hart entire, And make the world Thy wondrous workes admire; In Thee rejoyce, in Thee trihumph will I, My songs shall praise Thy name, O God, most High! While my proud foes are put to shamefull flight, And fall and perish at Thy dreadfull sight. Thou, righteous JUDGE, dost sitt vpon Thy THRONE And dost maintaine my rightfull cause alone; Thou checkst the HEATHEN; and the wicked race Thou dost destroy, and all their names deface. O ENEMY! behould thy finall fall, Thy CITTIES perish and their names withall; But God, our Lord, for euer shall endure, His judgement SEATE, Hee hath establisht sure, Where Hee judges the World with equall right, And measures JUSTICE vnto euery weight:[185] He likewise will become a BULWARKE strong And tymely aide to them that suffer wrong. Who knowes Thy name in Thee His trust will place, Who neuer failest them that seeke Thy face. O, praise the Lord! you that in SION dwell, His noble Acts among the NATIONS tell; When of oppression Hee enquiry makes, Of euery poore man's plaint Hee notice takes. Haue mercy, Lord! and take into Thy thought My trubles, which my hatefull foes haue wrought. Thou from the gates of death my SOULE dost raise, That I in SION'S GATES may sing Thy praise; The sweet saluation which Thou dost jmpart Shall bee the joy and comfort of my heart. The INFIDELLS make pitts, and sinke therein, Their feet are caught in their owne proper synne; Thy judgement Lord, Thou hast thereby declar'd When wicked men in their owne workes are snar'd: Hell is a place for impious men assign'd And such as doe cast GOD out of their minde; But poore men shall not bee forgotten euer Nor meeke mens' patience, if they doe perseuer. Rise Lord! and let [not][186] man aboue Thee rise And judge the Infidel with angrie eyes: Strike them with feare, that, though they know not Thee, Yet they may know that mortall men they bee. [Footnote 185: = wight. G.]