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Their twisted cords: he who in Heav'r doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree
I will declare; the Lord to me hath said Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made ; As thy possession I on thee bestow
Thi Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds : them shalt thou bring full
low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length ye Kings averse, Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. . • Happy all those who have in him their stay.
Psalm 111. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
Absalom. Lord how many are my foes ? How many those
That in arms against me rise ! Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
Th' exalter of my head I count;
And heard me from his holy mount.
Was the Lord. Of many millions
They pitch against me their pavilions.
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Thy blessing on thy people flows. .
Paslm iv. Aug. 10. 1633.
Answer me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress Thou didst me disinthral
And set at large ; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my carnest pray'r. Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ? Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself apart, • The good and meek of heart (For whom to chuse he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within.,
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say
Who yet will show us good ? .
Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright. lato my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut Their stores doth over-cloy,
And from their plentcous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone dost keep
As in a rocky cell
Psalm v. Aug. 12. 1653.
JEHOVAH to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray.
Shalt in the morning hear, l'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,
Fools or mad men stand nor within thy sight.
Thou hat'st ; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;
The bloody' and guilefal man God doth detesi. But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lord lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For in bis faltring mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable ; (smooth.
An open grave thir throat, their tongue they 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. Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame Defend'st them, they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name, For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To bless the just man still,
Him with thy lasting favor and good will.
LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure 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 soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;