Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

6 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Hast set me all forlorn,

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

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me;

Thou break'st upon me all thy ways,

And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up

thus.

9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,

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

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise

And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes?

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath hold,

Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my pray'r doth hie,

Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, And hide thy face from me?

15 That am already bruis'd, and shake
With terrour sent from thee?

Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire,

While I thy terrours undergo

Astonish'd with thine ire,

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatnings cut me through:

17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, And sever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have lovu,
And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

THIS AND THE FOLLOWING PSALM WERE DONE BY THE AUTHOR AT FIFTEEN YEARS OLD.

WHEN the blest seed of Terah's faithful son
After long toil their liberty had won,

And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge-bellied mountains skipt like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake Earth, and at the presence be aghast
Of him that ever was, and aye shall last,

That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,

And make soft rills from fiery flint stones gush.

PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God;

For his, &c.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. For his, &c.

Who with his miracles doth make

Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.

For his, &c.

Who by his wisdom did create

The painted Heav'ns so full of state.

For his, &c.

Who did the solid earth ordain

To rise above the watry plain.

For his, &c.

Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made world with light.
For his, &c.

And caus'd the golden-tressed sun,
All the day long his course to run.
For his, &c.

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.
For his, &c.

He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his, &c.

And in despite of Pharaoh fell,

He brought from thence his Israel.

For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain

Of the Erythræan main.

For his, &c.

The floods stood still like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass.

For his, &c.