Their ftores doth over-cloy,

And from their plenteous grounds

With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds.

As in a rocky Cell,

Thou, Lord, alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.

PSALM V. Aug. 12. 1653.

Ehovah, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,

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The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray..!! Jehovah, thou my early voice.

Shalt in the morning hear,

I'th' morning I to thee with choice ov
Will rank my Prayers, and watch till thou appear.
For thou art not a God, that takes

In wickedness delight;

Evil with thee no biding makes,

Fools or mad-men ftand not within thy fight.

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Thy numerous mercies, go

Into thy Houfe; in thy fear

Will towards thy Holy Temple worship low.

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Set thy ways right before, where my ftep goes. Hegelt For in his faultring mouth unstable

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Push them in their rebellions all

Still on, for against thee they have rebell'd. +
Then all, who truft in thee, fhall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'ft them; they fhall ever fing,
And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found
To blefs the juft man ftill,

As with a fhield thou wilt furround
Him with thy lafting favour and good will.

Nor in thy hot displeasure mie correct ;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my Bones, that even with anguish ake,

Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore; ni

And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, reftore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea; My Bed I water with my tears & mine Eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midft of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart

Depart, all ye that work iniquity ddygsta que te Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r,
My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine Enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'u

With much confufion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in hafte the way they came,
And in a moment fhall be quite abafh'd.

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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 foul 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 freed my foe for nought

Let th' enemy pursue my foul,
And overtake it, let him tread
My Life down to the earth, and roll
In the duft my glory dead,

In the duft, and there out-fpreadangos
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 engage,
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 righteousness,
And the innocence which is
Upon me: caufe at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness,
And their power that do amiss.

Since thou art the just 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 át laft.

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

His sword 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, fo

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

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

His mifchief, that due courfe 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 praife
According to his juftice raife,
And fing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the most high.

PSALM VIII. Aug. 15. 1653.

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And glorious is thy name through all the earth? So as above the Heav'ns thy praife to fet Out of the tender mouths of latest breath!

Out of the mouths of Babes and Sucklings thou
Haft founded strength, because of all thy foes,
To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence t' oppofe.

When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy Fingers art,

The Moon and Stars, which thou for bright haft fet
In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
Oh! what is man that thou remembrest yet

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