Davids Hainous Sinne, Heartie Repentance, Heavie Punishment

1 HOW Zions Psalmist grievously offended, How Israels Harper did most foulely slide, Yet how that Psalmist penitent amended, And how thar Harper patient did abide Deserved chastisement, (so fitly stil’d, Which wrath inflicted not, but love most mild, Not for to hurt, but heale a wanton child.)

2 How one by her owne Brother was defiled; And how that Brother by a Brother slaine; And how a Farher, by his Sonne exiled: And by a Subject, how a Soveraigne: How Peace procured after Battels fierce, As Sol at length doth sullen cloudes dispierce; My Muse intends the subject of her Verse.

3 Great God of might, whose power most Soveraigne, Depends of none, yet all of thee depend, Time cannot measure, neither place containe, Nor wit of man thy Being comprehend: For whil’st I thinke on Three, I am confin’d To One, and when I One conceive in minde I am recal’d to Three, in One combin’d.

4 Thy helpe I crave, thy furtherance I aske, My head, my heart, my hand direct and guide, That whilst I undertake this weighty taske, I from thy written lore start not aside: Alas, ’tis nothing Lord with thee to breake The strong, ’tis nothing to support the weake, To make men dumbe, to make an Infant speake.