Jehovah, thou my early voice

Shalt in the morning hear, JAB7 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 ftand not within thy fight..
All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'ft; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lye;
The bloody and guileful man God doth deteft.
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 those

That do obferve if I tranfgrefs;

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable

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No word is firm, or footh

Their infide, troubles miferable;

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 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.

ORD, 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:
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, acceptance fair

My fupplication withe

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash'd

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

PSAL. VII. Aug. 14, 1653.

Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him.

ORD 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 refcue 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 duft my glory dead,
In the duft, and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul,

Of my foes, that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury affwage:
Judgment here thou didft engage
And command which 1 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.
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Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteoufness

And the innocence which is

Upon me: caufe at length to cease

Of evil men the wickedness,

And their power that do amifs.anhola band ast op Sling yde d'a's

But the juft eftablish fast, edgear sun
Since thou art the just God that tries

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God is a juft judge and fevere,

And God is every day offended; yorkfroll rout Lak If thi unjuft will not forbear,

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 mifchief 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 praise

According to his juftice raise,
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 praife to fet

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 ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to oppofe.

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'ft upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad❜ft 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!

April 1648. J. M.

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.

THOU

PSAL. LXXX.

HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of sheep

Thy-loved Jofeph's feed,