Great is the Lord and highly to bee praised, In God's owne CITTIE, SYON hill is rays'd; The beautie and the joy of all the Land, The great king's CITTIE on the NORTH doth stand; In his faire PALLACES God's name is knowne, Where Hee doth cherish and protect His owne. Though manie kings against her gathred bee, They stand astonisht her great strength to see. As when a woman doth in trauell fall, A suddaine feare and tremblinge takes them all; And God shall breake them though they bee combin'd, As shipps are broken with an EASTERNE winde. What wee haue heard, wee see Thou dost fullfill, Thou GOD OF HOSTS vphoulds't Thy CITTIE still: Amidst Thy Temple Lord, wee doe attend Till Thou to vs Thy grace and fauour send. Great is Thy name, O God, Thy praise noe lesse, And Thy right hand is full of righteousnes. Rejoyce O Sion, and your joyes renew, Daughters of JUDAH,[233] for His judgements true. About the walls of Sion walke yee round, And tell the towers wherewith that forte is crownd; Obserue her bulwarks and her turrets high, And tell the same to your posterity. This euer liuinge God our God is Hee, And shall our Guide while we haue liuinge, bee.[234] [Footnote 233: 'Judgement' written here and erased. G.] [Footnote 234: A later hand substitutes another line, 'And while we live, our only guide shall be.' G.] PSALM XLIX. Heare this yee people, all yee people heare; Listen to[235] mee and giue attentiue eare, All yee that in the world residinge bee, Both rich and poore, of high and low degree: My mouth shall vtter, and my heart deuise, Matters of greatest skill, profound and wise. Mine eares to parables will I encline, And singe vnto my harpe, of things deuine. Then why should I in ill times fearfull bee, When mischeife at my heeles doth follow mee. Howbeit, some doe in their riches trust, And glory in their wealth, which is but dust; Yet non from death his brother's life can stay, Nor vnto GOD for Him a ransome pay. For it cost more the soule of man to saue, Then all the wealth is worth, which worldlyngs haue. Nor may men hope to liue on earth for euer, Though long they last, ere soule and body seuer. That fooles and wise men die alike they finde, And vnto strangers leaue their wealth behinde. Their houses yet they thinke shall euer stand, They giue their proper names vnto their land; Yet noe man can in honnour euer bee, But as the brute beast dies, euen so does hee. This is their follie, this their stumblinge wayes; And yet the children doe their fathers praise. [236]They are shut vp in graues as sheepe in folde, And hungry Death feeds on their bodies cold, The just shall rule them when the sunne doth rise, With them their pride and beauty buried lies; But God shall from Deathe's power my soule deliuer,