8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

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And I here pent up thus.

Mine eye grows dim and dead,

9 Through forrow, and affliction great,

Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.

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

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

11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

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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.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forsake, And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and || shake

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With terror fent from thee? || Heb. Pra Concussione.

Bruis'd,

Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire,

While I thy terrors undergo
Astonish'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 hast 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 PSAL.C This and the following Pfalm were done b fifteen years old.

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HEN the blest feed of Teral
After long toil their liberty
And past from Pharian fields to Ca
Led by the strength of the Almigh
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael f
His praise and glory was in Ifrael
That faw the troubled fea, and f
And fought to hide his froth-be
Low in the earth; Jordan's clea
As a faint host that hath receiv
The high, huge-bellied mounta
Amongst their ews, the little h

Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains? Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains? Shake Earth, and at the prefence be aghast

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Of him that ever was, and ay shall laft,

That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,

And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

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PSAL. CXXXVI.

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.

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Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.

For his &c.

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Who by his wisdom did create
The painted Heav'ns so full of state.
For his &c.

Who did the solid earth ordain

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To rife above the watry plain.
For his &c.

Who

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

And caus'd the golden-tressed sun,

All the day long his course to run.
For his &c.

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

He with his thunder-clafping hand

Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his &c.

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And in despite of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

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In bloody battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.