2 Preferve my foul, for +1 have trode I call: 4. O make rejoice Thy fervant's foul, for, Lord, to thee + Heb. I am good, loving a doer of good and holy things. 5 For thou art good, thou Lord, art prone To them that on thee call. 8 Like thee among the gods is none, O Lord, nor any works Of all that other gods have done Like to thy glorious works. 9 The nations all whom thou haft made 10 For great thou art, and wonders great Thou in thy everlasting feat Remainest God alone. II Teach me, O Lord, thy way most right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, So fhall it never fide. 12 Thee will I praife, O Lord my God, Thee honour, and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To feek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet. 15 But thou, Lord, art the God moft mild, Readieft thy grace to fhew, Slow to be angry, and art flil'd 16 O turn to me thy face at length, Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength, I PSAL. LXXXVII.) AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation faft, There feated in his fanctuary, His temple there is plac'd. 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be ftore, 3 City of God, moft glorious things 4 I mention Ægypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers joke. I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, 5 But twice that praise fhall in our car This and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, LOF PSAL. LXXXVIII. ORD God, thou doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pass man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit: *Heb. A man without manly frength. 5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to Neep And like the flain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, * Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, * And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou doft my friends from me eftrange, And mak'ft me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead ? Shall the deceas'd arife, And praise thee from their loathsom bed, 11 Shall they thy loving kindnefs tell, 12 In darkness can thy mighty handi Thy juftice in the gloomy land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, The Hebr. bears both 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake,pall ba And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and || shake With terror fent from thee? Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonish'd with thine ire.. Heb. Prae concuffione. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, They fly me now whom I have lov'd, l A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen Years old. WHEN WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon, After long toil their liberty had won, And paft from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhown, His praife and glory was in Ifrael known. That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth, Jordan's clear ftreams recoil, As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil. The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs. Why fled the ocean? and why skipt the mountains Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains? Shake, earth, and at the prefence be agaft. Of him that ever was, and ay hall last, ? |