14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forfake,

And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd,and † shake † Heb. Pra

With terror sent from thee?
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo

Aftonish'd with thine ire.

concuffione.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,
Thy threatnings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,
And fever'd from me far.

They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114.

This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

W

Hen the bleft Seed of Terah's faithful Son,
After long toil their liberty had won,

And

And past from Pharian Fields to Canaan Land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown,
His praise and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled Sea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.

The high, huge-bellied Mountains skipt like Rams
Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.
Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his Chrystal Fountains?
Shake earth, and at the presence be agast

Of Him that ever was, and ay fhall last,

That glaffy flouds from rugged rocks can crush,

And make soft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush.

L

ET us with a gladfom mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind:

For his mercies ay endure,

Ever faithful, ever fure.

Let

Let us blaze his Name abroad,

For of gods he is the God;
For his, &c.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.

For his, &c. ය.

Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to fhake.

For his, &c.

Who by his wisdom did create

The painted Heav'ns fo full of state.

For his, &c.

Who did the folid Earth ordain

To rife above the watry plain.

For his, &c.

Who by his all-commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light.

For his, &c.

And

And caus'd the golden-treffed Sun
All the day long his course to run.
For his, &c.

The horned Moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled fifters bright.
For his, &c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.
For his, &c.

And in despight of Pharao fell,

He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythaan main.

For his, &c.

The flouds flood still like walls of Glafs,
While the Hebrew Bands did pass.

For his, &c.

But

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But full foon they did devour

The Tawny King with all his power.

And to his fervant Ifrael

He gave their Land therein to dwell.

For his, &c.

He