11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right,

I in thy truth will bide,

To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never slide.

12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,
Thee honor and adore

With my whole heart, and blaze abroad
Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is toward me,
And thou hast free'd my soul,
Ev'n from the lowest Hell set free,
From deepest darkness foul.

14 O God the proud against me rise,
And violent men are met

To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.

15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew,

Slow to be angry, and art stil'd

Most merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on,

Unto thy servant give thy strength,
And save thy handmaid's son.
17 Some sign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then see,

And be asham'd, because thou Lord
Dost help and comfort me.

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Psalm LXXXVII.

AMONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast,

There seated is his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.

2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more
Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be store,
And all within his care.

3 City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our fore fathers yoke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear
Be said of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,
High God shall fix her fast.

6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll
That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations dotir inroll,

That this man there was bora.

Both they who sing, and they who dance,
With sacred songs are there,

In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

MILTON. VOL. IV.

Psalm LXXXVIII.

1 LORD ORD God thou dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry ;

And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee prostrate lie.

2 Into thy presence let my pray'r
With sighs devout ascend,

And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
Thine ear with favor bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore
Surcharg'd my soul doth lie,
My life at Death's uncheerful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that

Down to the dismal pit,

I am a man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

pass

*Heb. A man without manly strength

5 From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,

And like the slain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep,

Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.
6 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Hast set me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps'to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,
Full sore doth press on me;

*Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

* And all thy waves break me. *The Heb.bears both. 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.

9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,
Mine eyes grow dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise

And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the grave hath hold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion ?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my pray'r doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me?

15 That am already bruis'd and † shake With terror sent from thee?

+ Heb. Pra concussione.

Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire,

While I thy terrors undergo

Astonish'd with thine ire.

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 hast remov'd,
And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrase on Psalm cxiv.

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

W

HEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son After long toil their liberty had won,

And past from Pharian field to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Isreal shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.