Classic Poem

Psalme 19

To the chiefe musician a psalme of David.

The heavens doe declare
the majesty of God:
also the firmament shews forth
his handy-work abroad.
Day speaks to day, knowledge
night hath to night declar'd.
There neither speach nor language is,
where their voyce is not heard.
Through all the earth their line
is gone forth, & unto
the utmost end of all the world,
their speaches reach also:
A Tabernacle hee
in them pitcht for the Sun.
Who Bridegroom like from's chamber goes
glad Giants-race to run.
From heavens utmost end,
his course and compassing;
to ends of it, & from the heat
thereof is hid nothing.

2

The Lords law perfect is,
the soule converting back:
Gods testimony faithfull is,
makes wise who-wisdome-lack.
The statutes of the Lord,
are right, & glad the heart:
the Lords commandement is pure,
light doth to eyes impart.
Jehovahs feare is cleane,
and doth indure for ever:
the judgements of the Lord are true,
and righteous altogether.
Then gold, then much fine gold,
more to be prized are,
then hony, & the hony-comb,
sweeter they are by farre.
Also thy servant is
admonished from hence:
and in the keeping of the same
is a full recompence.
Who can his errors know?
from secret faults cleanse mee.
And from presumptuous-sins, let thou
kept back thy servant bee:
Let them not beare the rule
in me, & then shall I
be perfect, and shall cleansed bee
from much iniquity.
Let the words of my mouth,
and the thoughts of my heart,
be pleasing with thee, Lord, my Rock
who my redeemer art.