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Jehovah, thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear,AB7
I' th' morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, 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'st; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lye;
The bloody and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear,
Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy houfe; I in thy fear
Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteoufnefs,
Lead me because of thofe
That do obferve if I tranfgrefs;
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable
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 fhall bring 21
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'it them, they fhall ever fing
And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To blefs the juft man ftill,
As with a fhield thou wilt furround
Him with thy lafting favour and good-will.
PSAL. VI. Aug. 13, 1653.May
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore;
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, reftore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake:
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praife?
Wearied I am with fighing out my days,
Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea;
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,
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 les ca
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd
With much confufion; then grown red with fhame, They fhall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment fhall be quite abash'd.
PSAL. VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Cufh 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 afunder,
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 naught;
Let th' enemy pursue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roul
In the dust my glory dead,
In the duft, and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul,
Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouze thyfelf amidst the rage
Of my foes, that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury affwage:
Judgment here thou didft engage
And command which I defire.
So th' affemblies of each nation
Will furround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their fight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.
His fword 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 perfecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a lye..
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
And fell into the pit he made;
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praife
According to his juftice raife,
And Ging the name and Deity
Of Jehovah the most high.
PSA L. VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Jehovah our Lord! how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
So as above the heav'n's thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest breath.
Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou
Haft founded strength, because of all thy foes,
To stint th' enemy, and flack 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 fo bright hast set,
In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
O what is man that thou remembrest yet,
And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honour and with state thou haft him crown'd.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord,
Thou haft put all under his lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds by thy commanding word,
All beasts that in the field or foreft meet;
Fowl of the heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea-paths in fhoals do flide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
Nine of the Pfalms done into Metre, wherein all, but what is in a different Character, are the very words of the text, tranflated from the original.
HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,
Who leadeft like a flock of fheep
Thy-loved Jofeph's feed,