2 Preferve my foul, for † I have trode
Thy ways, and love the juft;
Save thou thy fervant, O my God,

Who ftill in thee doth trust.
3 Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call: 4. O make rejoice

Thy fervant's foul, for, Lord, to thee
I lift my foul and voice.

+ Heb. I am good, loving a doer of good and holy things.

5 For thou art good, thou Lord, art prone
To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone,

To them that on thee call.
6 Unto my fupplication, Lord,
Give ear, and to the cry
Of my inceffant prayers afford
Thy hearing graciously.
7 I in the day of my diftrefs
Will call on thee for aid;
For thou wilt grant me free access,
And anfwer what I pray'd.
8 Like thee among the gods
O Lord, nor any works
Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.

is

none,

9 The nation's all whom thou haft made
Shall come, and all shall frame

To bow them low before thee, Lord,
And glorify thy name.

10 For great thou art, and wonders great
By thy ftrong hand are done;

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
Thy name for evermore.

13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me,
And thou haft free'd my foul,
Ev'n from the lowest hell fet free
From deepest darknefs foul."

14 O God, the proud against me rife,
And violent men are met

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
Moft merciful, most true.

16 O turn to me thy face at length,
And me have mercy on,
Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength,
And fave thy hand-maid's fon.
17 Some fign of good to me afford,
And let my foes then fee,
And be afham'd, becaufe thou, Lord,
Doft help and comfort me.

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
Than all the dwellings fair

Of Jacob's land, though there be flore,
And all within his care.

3 City of God, moft glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers joke.

I mention Babel to my friends,
Philiftia full of fcorn,

And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,
Lo this man there was born.

5 But twice that praise shall in our ear
Be faid of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her faft.
6 The Lord fhall write it in a scrol
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth enroll,
That this man there was born.

7 Both they who fing, and they who dance,
With facred fongs are there;

In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all
my fountains clear.

PSAL. LXXXVIII,

LORD God, thon doft me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry :

And all night long before thee weap,
Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r
With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,

Thine ear with favour bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore
Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,
My life at death's uncbearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the difmal pit;

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.
Whom thou remembereft no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous houfe hath barr'd.
6. Thou in the lowest pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no fbelter faves,
Full fore doth press on me;

* 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,
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I fpread.

to Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?

Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathsom bed,
With pale and hollow eyes?**

I Shall they thy loving kindnefs tell
On whom the grave hath Hold;
Or they who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hands

Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion?

The Hebr.

bears bath

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
Thy threatnings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,wond
And fever'd from me far.

They fly me now whom I have lov'd, col
And as in darkness are.

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,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhown,
His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. adv no
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 host 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 fhall last,