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2 Preferve my foul, for † I have trode
Who ftill in thee doth trust.
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.
Like to thy glorious works.
9 The nation's all whom thou haft made
To bow them low before thee, Lord,
10 For great thou art, and wonders great
Thou in thy everlasting feat
Remaineft God alone.
II Teach me, O Lord, thy way moft right,
I in thy truth will bide,
To fear thy name my heart unite,
So fhall it never flide.
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 rife,
To feek my life, and in their eyes
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,
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 flore,
3 City of God, moft glorious things
4 I mention Egypt, 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 shall in our ear
This and this man was born in her,
7 Both they who fing, and they who dance,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
LORD God, thon doft me fave and keep,
And all night long before thee weap,
2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r
And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,
Thine ear with favour bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore
4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
I am a * man, but tweak alas,
And for that name unfit:
*Heb. A man without manly firength
5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep
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 fbelter 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,
to Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?
Shall the deceas'd arife,
And praise thee from their loathsom bed,
I Shall they thy loving kindnefs tell
Thy faithfulness unfold?
12 In darkness can thy mighty hands
Or wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, til bili vdi
Ere yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my prayer doth his
Each morn and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, 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, dob
18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,wond
They fly me now whom I have lov'd, col
A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114.
This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen Years old.
WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon,
After long toil their liberty had won,
And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,