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Speak to your hearts alone,
Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring Upon your beds, each one,
Their joy; while thou from blame And be at peace within:
Defend'st them, they shall ever sing Offer the offerings just
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name: Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. For thou, Jehovah! wilt be found Many there be that say,
To bless the just man still ; Who yet will show us good ?
As with a shield, thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favour and good will.
PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Than when a year of glut
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Their stores doth over-cloy,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: And from their plenteous grounds
For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake, With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore, In peace at once will I
And thou, O Lord! how long? Turn, Lord Both lay me down and sleep;
restore For thou alone dost keep
My soul; O save me for thy goodness' sake! Me safe where'er I lie;
For in death no remembrance is of thee; As in a rocky cell
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ? Thou, Lord! alone, in safety makest me dwell.
Wearied I am with sighing out my days;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark JEHOVAH! to my words give ear,
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. My meditation weigh;
Depart, all ye that work iniquity, The voice of my complaining hear,
Depart from me ; for the voice of my weeping My King and God; for unto thee I pray.
The Lord hath heard ; the Lord hath heard my
prayer; Jehovah ! thou my early voice
My supplication with acceptance fair Shalt in the morning hear;
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. l' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear.
Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed For thou art not a God that takes
With much confusion; then, grown red with
shame, In wickedness delight;
They shall return in haste the way they came, Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or madmen stand not within thy sight.
And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Cush, the Benjamite, against The bloody and guileful man God doth detest.
him. But I will, in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go
LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection, while I cry;
Lest, as the lion, (and no wonder,) Lead me, because of those
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.
Or done this; if wickedness
Be in my hands; if I have wrought Their inside, troubles miserable;
III to him that meant me peace; An open grave their throat, their tongue they Or to him have rendered less, smooth.
And not freed my foe for nought;
Let the enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it; let him tread
So as above the heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack th' avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy Providence t'oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon, and stars, which thou so bright hast
set In the pure firmament: then saith my heart,
O, what is man that thou rememberest yet, And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
That bim thou visitist, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad’st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him
In the dust my glory dead,
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet; All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beasts that in the field or forest meet; Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet
Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth: O Jehovah, our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is
in a different character, are the very words of the text trans lated from the original.
PSALM LXXX. 1 Thou, Shepherd, that dost Israel keep,
Give ear in time of need; Who leadest like a flock of sheep
Thy loved Joseph's seed; That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,
Between their wings outspread ; Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.
And in Manasse's sight,
To save us by thy might.
To us, O God, vouchsafe;
And then we shall be safe.
PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.
And glorious is thy Name through all the earth: |
4 Lord God of Hosts! how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare
Against thy people's prayer!
5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears;
Their bread with tears they eat; And mak'st them largely drink the tears Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
18 So shall we not go back from thee
To ways of sin and shame; Quicken us thou; then gladly we
Shall call upon thy Name.
19 Return us, and thy grace divine,
Lord God of Hosts! couchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.
6 A strife thou mak’st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe; Among themselves they laugh, they play,
And flouts at us they throw. 7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hosts! couchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.
1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King;
Loud acclamations ring.
2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,
The timbrel hither bring;
And harp with pleasant string.
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon,
With trumpets' lofty sound,
Our solemn feast comes round.
4 This was a statute given of old,
For Israel to observe;
From whence they might not swerde.
5 This is a testimony ordained
In Joseph, not to change; When as he passed through Egypt land;
The tongue I heard was strange.
8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,
To plant this lovely vine.
And root it deep and fast,
And filled the land at last.
The hills were over-spread;
Advanced their lofty head.
Down to the sea she sent,
Her other branches went.
And broken down her fence,
Up turns it by the roots;
Her grapes and tender shoots.
From Heaven, thy seat divine;
And visit this thy vine.
Hath set, and planted long,
Thou hast made firm and strong. 16 But now it is consumed with fire,
And cut with ares down;
At thy rebuke and frown.
Let thy good hand be laid ;
Strong for thyself hast made.
6 From burden, and from slavish toil,
I set his shoulder free:
Delivered were by me.
7 When trouble did thee sore assail,
On me then didst thou call;
And let thee out of thrall.
I answered thee in thunder deep,
With clouds encompassed round; I tried thee at the water steep,
Of Meriba renown'd.
8 Hear, O my people, hearken well;
I testify to thee,
If you wilt list to me: 9 Throughout the land of thy abode
No alien god shall be,
In honour bend thy kneo.