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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 styl'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.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 Among the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast;
There seated in 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 forefathers 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 doth inroll,
That this man there was born.

7 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.

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\PSALM LXXXVIII.

Loed God, that 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 prayer

With sighs devout ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,
Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For, cloy'd with woes and trouble store,

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 pass

Down to the dismal pit;
I am a man, but weak, alas!
And for that name unfit.

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.

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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 eye grows dim and dead;
Lord, all the day I thee entreat,
My hands to thee I spread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead 1

Shall the deceas'd arise,
And praise thee from their loathsome bed
With pale and hollow eyes f

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 wonderous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion 1

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent;
And up to thee my prayer 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 terrour sent from thee?

Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire;
While I thy terrours undergo,

Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;

Thy threatenings 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 hare loVd,
And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

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

When the blest seed of Terah's faithful son,
After long toil, their liberty had won;
And past from Pharian1 fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand;
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes; the little hills like lambs.

1 'Pharian :' Egyptian.

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