PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him. L Ord my God to thee I flie, Save me and fecure me under Thy protection while I cry, Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy purfue my foul In the duft my glory dead, In the duft and there out fpread. 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 All people from the world's foundation. Judge me Lord, be judge in this And the innocence which is But the juft eftablish faft, Since thou art the juft God that tries In him who both just and wife God is a juft Judge and fevere, His fword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near (His arrows purposely made he Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old He dig'd'a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief that due course doth keep Fall on his crown with ruin fteep Then will I Jehovah's praise 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, 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, 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. I 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. TH PSAL, LXXX. 'Hou Shepherd that dost Israel keep 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 |