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On thy third reign, the earth, look now, and tell
AH, Constantine! of how much ill was cause,
THEN passed he to a flowery mountain green,
WHOM do we count a good man? Whom but he
This is true liberty, when freeborn men,
LAUGHING, to teach the truth, What hinders? As some teachers give to boys Junkets and knacks, that they may learn apace.
JOKING decides great things, Stronger and better oft than earnest can.
'Tis you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words.
There can be slain
Blest is the man who hath not walked astray
Done Aug. 8, 1653.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear
Their twisted cords: He who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them; then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion, my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare: the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day : ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen; and as thy conquest to be swayed Earth's utmost bounds; them thou shalt bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay!
Aug. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM,
LORD, how many are my foes !
No help for him in God there lies.
The exalter of my head I count ;
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I waked again ;
Was the Lord. Of many millions
They pitch against me their pavilions.
On the cheek-bone all my foes ; Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
PSALM I V.
Aug. 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness !
In straits, and in distress,
And set at large ; now spare,
My glory have in scorn ?
How long be thus forborn 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 awed, and do not sin ;
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within.