My hands to thee I spread.

To Wilt thou do wonders on the dead?

Shall the deceas'd arife,

And praise thee from their loathsom bed,
With pale and hollów eyes?...
Shall they thy loving kindness tell,

On whom the grave hath hold;
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unföld?

r2 In darkness can thy mighty band'
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 prayer doth hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forfake,

And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and 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.

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Heb. Prae concuffione,

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

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

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,

And fever'd from me 'far.

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They fly me now whom I have lov'd,

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 strength of the Almightie's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown,
His praise and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled sea, and shivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth, Jordan's clear streams 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 presence be agaft

Of him that ever was, and ay fhall last,

That glaffy flouds from rugged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

PSALM 136

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Praise the Lord, for he is kind:

For his mercies ay endure,

Ever faithful, ever fure.

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 wifdom did create
The painted heav'ns fo full of state.

For his, &c.

Who did the folid earth ordain

To rife above the watry plain.

For his, &c.

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

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

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

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

And in defpight of Pharaoh fell,

He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain bra
Of the Erythraean main.

For his, &c.

The floods stood still like walls of glafs,
While the Hebrew bands did pass.
For his, &c.

But full foon they did devour

The tawny king with all his power.

For his, &c.

His chofen people he did bless.
In the wasteful wilderness.

For his, &c.

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In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowefs and renown.
For his, &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast.
For his, &c.

And-large-limb'd Og he did fubdue,
With all his over-hardy crew.
For his, &c.

And to his fervant Ifrael

He gave their land therein to dwell, For his, &c.

He hath with a piteous eye | Beheld us in our misery. For his, &c.

And freed us from the flavery

Of the invading enemy.

For his, &c.

All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand fupplies their need
For his, &c.

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