PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.

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Ord my God to thee I flie,

Save me and fecure me under

Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my Soul afunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.

Lord my God if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness

Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd lefs,
And not free'd my foe for naught;

Let th' enemy purfue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roul

In the duft my glory dead,

In the duft and there out fpread.
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

Rife Jehovah in thine ire,

Rouze thy felf amidst the rage

Of my foes that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their fury affwage; Judgment here thou didst ingage

And command which I defire.

So th' affemblies of each Nation
Will furround thee, feeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their fight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright

All people from the world's foundation.

Judge me Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteoufnefs

And the innocence which is
Upon me: caufe at length to ceafe
Of evil men the wickedness
And their power that do amifs.

But the juft eftablish faft,

Since thou art the juft God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is caft
My defence, and in him lies

In him who both just and wife
Saves th' upright of heart at laft.

God is a juft Judge and fevere,
And God is every day offended;
If th'unjuft will not forbear,

His fword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.) Behold
He travels big with vanity,

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a Lie,

He dig'd'a pit, and delv'd it deep,
And fell into the pit he made,

His mischief that due course doth keep
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd

Fall on his crown with ruin fteep

Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his juftice raise,
And fing the Name and Deity.
Of Jehovah the most high..

PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Jehova our Lord! how wondrous great

And glorious is thy Name through all the earth

So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set

Out of the tender mouths of lateft breath

N. S.

Out of the mouths of Babes and Sucklings thou

Haft founded ftrength because of all thy foes, To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avengers brow,

That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.

When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy Fingers art,
The Moon and Stars which thou fo bright haft fet,
In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found; Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'ft his lot,

With honour and with ftate thou haft him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord,
Thou haft put all under his Lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beafts that in the field or forreft meet.

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and Fish that through the wet Sea paths in hoals do flide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the Earth.

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April. 1648. J. M.

Nine of the Pfalms done into Metre, wherein all, but what is in a different CharaEter, are the very words of the Text, tranflated from the Original.

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PSAL, LXXX.

'Hou Shepherd that dost Israel keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadest like a flock of Sheep

Thy loved Joseph's feed,

That fit'ft between the Cherubs bright

Between their wings out-spread

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, And in Manaffe's fight,

Awake* thy ftrength, come, and be seen Gnorera.

To fave us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us O God vouchsafe;

Caufe thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we fhall be fafe.

4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare