But thou, Lord, art my fhield, my glory,

Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd,
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and flept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions

The populous rout

I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.

Rife, Lord, fave me,my God; for thou
Haft fmote ere now

On the cheek bone all my foes,

Of men abhorr'd

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Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.

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PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

NSWER me,when I call,

God of my righteousness,

In ftraits and in distress

Thou didst me difinthrall

And fet at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.

Great ones,how long will ye

My glory have in fcorn,

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How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity

To love, to feek, to prize

Things falfe and vain, and nothing elfe but lies?

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Yet know the Lord hath chose,

Chose to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to choose he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be aw'd, and do not fin,

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PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

Ehovah,to my words give ear,

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My meditation weigh,

The voice of my complaining hear,

My King and God; for unto thee I pray,

Jehovah,thou my early voice

Shalt in the morning hear,

I'th' morning I to thee with choice

Will rank my pray'rs, and watch, till thou appear.

For thou art not a God,that takes

In wickedness delight,

Evil with thee no biding makes,

Fools or madmen stand not within thy fight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft

Thou wilt deftroy, that speak a ly;

The bloody and guileful man God doth deteft.

But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go

Into thy houfe; I in thy fear

Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low.

Lord,lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of those,

That do obferve,if I tranfgrefs,

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.

For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or footh

Their infide, troubles miferable;

An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counsels quell'd;

Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.

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Then all, who truft in thee,fhall bring

Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend't them, they fhall ever fing

And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

To bless the juft man ftill,

As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lafting favor and good will.

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PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

ORD,in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot difpleasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

And very weak and faint; heal and amend me :
For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,

Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake :
For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with fighing out my days,

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Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I'th' midft of all mine enemies, that mark. . 15
Depart all ye,that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r,

My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.

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Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd

With much confufion; then grown red with shame,

They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment fhall be quite abash'd.

PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.

Roufe thyfelf amidst the rage
Of my foes, that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their fury' affuage:

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