For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest 10 Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; 15 The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will, in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. 20 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 his falt'ring mouth unstable, No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; 25 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. Then all who trust in thee shall bring Their joy while thou from blame Defend'st them, they shall ever sing 30 35 And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. 10 PSALM VI. August 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping 5 10 15 The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my pray'r; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSALM VIL August 14, 1653. Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my soul, 5 10 My life down to the earth, and roll 15 In the dust my glory dead, In the dust; and. there, out-spread, Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage 20 Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me. their fury' assuage; Judgment here thou didst engage And command, which I desire. So th' assemblies of each nation All people from the world's foundation. **25 '30 Judge me, Lord; be judge in this But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries In him who, both just and wise, 35 40 God is a just judge and severe, If the unjust will not forbear, 45 His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) Behold 50 He travels big with vanity; As in a womb; and from that mould PSALM VIII. August 14, 1663. O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wond'rous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and slack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art, The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, O what is man that thou rememb❜rest yet, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, 5 9 15 With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet 20 |