And all within his care,

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

4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke,

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

And Tyre with Ethiops utmoft ends,
Lo this man there was born:

5 But twice that praife fhall in our ear
Be faid of Sion last,

This and this man was born in her,
High God fhall fix her fast.

6 The Lord fhall write in a scroll
That ne'er fhall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth inroll,
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 foft ftreams glance,

And all my fountains clear.

PSAL.

LXXXVIII.

ORD God that doft me fave and keep,
All day to thee I cry ;

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And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee proftrate lie.

2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r

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With fighs devout afcend,

And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,
Thine ear with favor bend.

3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store
Surcharg'd my foul doth lie,

My life at death's unchearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.

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4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit,

I am a man, but weak alas,
And for that name unfit.

§ Heb. A man without manly ftrength. 5 From life discharg'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,
Doft 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
Haft fet me all forlorn,
Where thickeft darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

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

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§ Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,

§ And all thy waves break me. §The Heb. bears both.

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8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, 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 spread.

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

And praise thee from their loathfome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

II 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.

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That am already bruis'd, and || fhake
With terror sent from thee? || Heb. Pra Concuffione.

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Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo
Aftonifh'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 haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far:

They fly me now whom I have lov'd,

And as in darkness are.

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This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

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HEN 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 shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. 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 hoft that hath receiv'd the foil. The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs.

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Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake Earth, and at the presence be aghaft
Of him that ever was, and fhall laft,
That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush.

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CXXXVI.

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ET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay indure,

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 fo full of state.
For his &c.

Who did the folid earth ordain
To rise above the watry plain.
For his &c.

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