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 favor of thy count'nance bright.

Into my heart more joy

And gladness thou haft put,

Than when a year of glut

Their stores doth over-cloy,

And from their plenteous grounds.

With vast increase their corn and wine abounds..

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and sleep,

For thou alone doft keep

Me fafe where'er I lie ;

As in a rocky cell

Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

Jehovah to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,

The voice of my complaining hear

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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 mad men stand not within thy fight.

All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft

Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;

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.

Lord lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of those

That do observe if I tranfgrefs,

Set thy ways right before, where my ftep goes.

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For in his faltring mouth unstable

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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 counfels quell'd;

Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Then all who truft in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame

Defend'st them, they fhall ever sing

And shall 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 lasting favor and good will.

PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot difpleasure me correct;

Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me:

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For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore,

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

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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.
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd

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With much confufion; then grown red with fhame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

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PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

LORD my God to thee I fly,

Save me and fecure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul asunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.

Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought

Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd lefs,
And not free'd my foe for nought;

Let th' enemy pursue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the duft my glory dead,

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