Thou didst me disenthrall And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones how long will ye My glory have in scorn, How long be thus forloin Still to love vanity, To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies! Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry Be aw'd, and do not sin, Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that
say Who yet will show us good? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray, On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut Their stores doth overcloy, And from their plenteous grounds
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In
peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep, For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie ; As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
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Jehovan to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh, The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God; for unto thee I pray,
Jehovah thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear, l' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear, For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy house; I in thy fear Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For in his faltering mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; (smooth. An open grave
their throat, their tongue they God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quell’d; Push them in their rebellions all Still on ; for against thee they have rebell’d. Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame Defend'st them, they shall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To bless the just man still, 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; Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, And very
weak and faint; heal and amend me : For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My supplication with acceptance fair (prayer, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd
With much confusion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash’d.
PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
Lord my God, to thee I fly, Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I cry; Lest as a lion (and no wonder) He haste to tear my soul asunder Tearing and no rescue nigh. Lord my God, if I have thought Or done this, if wickedness Be in my hands, if I have wrought Il to him that meant me peace, Or to him have render'd less, Ar not freed my foe for nought; Let the enemy pursue my soul And overtake it, let him tread My life down to the earth, and roll In the dust my glory dead, In the dust and there out-spread Lodge it with dishonour foul. Rise Jehovah in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the
rage Of my foes that urge like fire ; And wake for me, their fury 'asswage; Judgment here thou didst engage And command which I desire.
So the assemblies of each nation Will surround thee, seeking right, Thence to thy glorious habitation Return on high and in their sight. Jehovah judgeth most upright All people from the world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this According to my righteousness, And the innocence which is Upon me: cause at length to cease. Of evil men the wickedness And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins. On God is cast My defence, and in him lies, In him who, both just and wise, Saves the upright of heart at last. God is a just judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If the unjust will not forbear, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that wait him near.
His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute. Behold, He travels big with vanity, Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old, As in a womb, and from that mould Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, And fell into the pit he made ; His mischief that due course doth keep, Turns on his head, and his ill trade Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
T'on will I Jehovah's praise According to his justice raise, And sing the Name and Deity Oi Jehovah the Most High.
PSALM VIIL Aug. 14, 1653.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great
And glorious is thy Name through all the earth! So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow,
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose. When I behold thy Heavens, thy finger's 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 him thou visit'st, and of him art found : Scarce to be less than Gods, thou madest his lot,
With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou madest 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; Fowls of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet
Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous 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 within inverted commas, are the very words of the text, trars'atr from the original,
PSALM LXXX.
I 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 sitest between the Cherubs' bright,
Between their wings outspread,' Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.'
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