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And all within his care,
3 City of God, most glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke;
4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings
I mention Babel to my friends,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmoft ends,
5 But twice that praife fhall in our ear
This and this man was born in her,
6 The Lord fhall write in a scroll
In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance,
And all my fountains clear.
ORD God that doft me fave and keep,
And all night long before thee weep,
Before thee proftrate lie.
2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r
With fighs devout afcend,
And to my cries, that ceafelefs are,
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store
My life at death's unchearful door
4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
I am a man, but weak alas,
§ 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
In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves, Full fore doth press on me;
§ Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,
§ And all thy waves break me. §The Heb. bears both.
8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
9 Through forrow, and affliction great,
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
And praise thee from their loathfome bed
II Shall they thy loving kindness tell
Or they who in perdition dwell,
12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
And up to thee my pray'r doth hie,
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me,
That am already bruis'd, and || fhake
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low
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.
A Paraphrafe on PSA L. CXIV.
This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.
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.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
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;
O let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.
For his &c.
Who with his miracles doth make
Who by his wisdom did create
Who did the folid earth ordain