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Many there be that say,

For all my bones, that even with anguish ake, Who yet will show us good ?

Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore, Talking like this world's brood;

And thou, O Lord, how long? Tum, Lord; But, Lord, thus let me pray ;

restore On us lift up the light,

My soul ; O save me for thy goodness sake: Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. For in death no resemblance is of thee; Into my heart more joy

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? And gladness thou hast put,

Wearied I am with sighing out my days; Than when a year of glut

Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; Their stores doth over-cloy,

My bed I water with my tears; mine eye And from their pienteous grounds

Through grief consumes, is saxen old and With vast encrease their corn and wine

dark abounds.

l'the midst of all my enemies that mark. In peace at once will I

Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Both lay me down and sleep;

De part from me; for the voice of my weeping For thon alone dost keep

The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath beard Me safe where'er I lie;

my prayer; As in a rocky cell

My supplication with acceptance fair Thou, Lord, alone, in safety mak'st me dwell. The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping,

Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653. *

With much confusion; then, grown red with

shame, JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,

They shall return in haste the way they came, My meditation weigh;

And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray.

PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Jehovah, thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear :

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against hisa.
l the morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. Lord, my God, to thee I fly;
For thou art not a God that takes

Save me and secure me under In wickedness delight;

Thy protection while I cry; Evil with thee no biding makes;

Lest, as a lion, (and no wonder)
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight, He haste to tear my soul asunder,
All workers of iniquity

Tearing, and no rescue nigh.
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lye ;

Lord, my God, if I have thought
The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Or done this; if wickedness
But I will, in thy mercies dear,

Be in my hands;, if I have wrought
Thy numerous mercies, go

Ill to him that meant me peace;
Into thy house; I, in thy fear,

Or to him have render'd less,
Will towards thy holy temple worsh'p low, And not freed my foe for nought;
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me, because of those

Let the enemy pursue my soul,
That do observe if I transgress;

And overtake it ; let him tread Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.

My life down to the earth, and roll For, in his faltering mouth unstable,

In the dust my glory dead,
No word is firm or sooth;

In the dust ; and, there out-spread,
Their inside, troubles miserable; [smooth. Lodge it with dishonour foul,
An open grave their throat, their tongue they Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
God, find them guilty, let them fall

Rouse thyself amidst the rage
By their own counsels quelld;

Of my foes that urge like fire; Push them in their rebellions all

And wake for me, their fury asswage : Still on ; for against thee they have rebelld.

Judgment here thou didst engage
Then all who trust in thee, shall bring

And command, which I desire.
Their joy; while thou from blame
Defend'st them, they shall ever sing

So the assemblies of each nation
And sball triumph in thee, who love thy name. Will surround thee, seeking right;
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

Thence to thy glorious habitation To hless the just man still;.

Return on high, and in their sight. As with a shield, thou wilt surround

Jehovah judgeth most upright
Him with thy lasting favour and good will,

All people from the world's foundation,
PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653. Judge me, Lord; be judge in this.

According to my righteousness,
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me And the innocence which is
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;

Upon me: cause at length to cease
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

Of evil men the wickedness
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: And their power that do amiss,

But the just establish fast,

April, 1648. J. M; Since thou art the just God that tries

Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all Hearts and reins. On God is cast

ultohut is in a different character, are the very My defe:ce, and in him lies,

words of the lexl, translated from the original. In him who, both just and wise, Saves the upright of heart at last.


1. Thou Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, God is a just judge and severe,

Give ear in time of need ; And God is every day offended;

Who leadest like a flock of sheep If the unjust will not forbear,

Thy loved Joseph's seed; His sword he whets, his bow hath bended

That sitt'st between the cherubs bright, Already, and for him intended

Between their wings out-spread; The tools of death, that waits him near.

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,

And on our foes thy dread. (His arrows purposely made he

2. In Ephraimn's view and Benjamin's, For them that persecute.) Behold,

And in Manasse's sight,
He travels big with vanity;
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old,

Awake thy strength, come, and be seen

To save us by thy might. As in a womb; and from that mould

3. Turn us again, thy grace divine Hath at length brought forth a lie,

To us, O God, vouchsafe ; He digg'd a pit, and delv'dit deep,

Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And fell into the pit he made;

And then we shall be safe. His mischief, that due course doth keep,

4. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Turns on his head ; and his ill trade

How long wilt thou declare Of violence will, undelay'd.

Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow Fall on his crown with ruin steep.

Against thy people's prayer!

3. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; Then will I Jehovah's praise

Their bread with tears they eat; According to his justice raise,

And mak'st them largely drink the tears And sing the name and deity

Wherewith their cheeks are wet. Of Jehovah the Most High.

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.
PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.

7. Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hosts, vouchsafe;
O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wonderous great Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And glorious is thy name through all the Earth! And then we shall be safe.
So as above the Heavens thy praise to set 8. A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth. Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out nations, proud and haut,
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou To plant this lovely vine.

Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, 9. T'hou didst prepare for it a place,
To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, And root it deep and fast,
That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. That it began to grow aħace,

And fill'd the land atlast.
When I behold thy Heavens, thy fingers' art, 10. With her green shade that cover'd all,
The Moon, and stars, which thoa so bright The bills were over-spread;
hast set

Her boughs as high as cedars tall
In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, Advanc'd their lofty head.
O, what is man that thou remembrest yet,

11. Her branches on the western side

Down to the sea she sent, And think'st upon him; or of man begot,

And upward to that river ride

Her other branches went.
That him thou visit'st, and of him art found !
Searce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot,

12. Why hast thou laid her hedges low, With honour and with state thou hast him That all may pluck her

, as they go,

And broken down her fence, crown'd.

With rudest violence ?

13. The tusked boar out of the wood O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him

Up turns it by the roots;

Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food Thou hast put all under his lordly feet;

Her grapes and tender shoots. AN flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word, 14. Return now, God of Hosts, look down All beasts that in the field or forest meet, From Heaven, thy seat divine;

Behold us, but without a frown,
Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the And visit this thy vine.

[dearth. 15. Visit this vine, which thy right hand
Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no Hath set, and planted long,
O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great And the young branch, that for thyself
And glorious is thy name through all the Earth! Thou hast made firm and strong.

16. But now it is consum'd with fire,

12. Then did I leave them to their will, And cut with axes down;

And to their wandering mind; They perish at thy dreadful ire,

Their own conceits they follow'd still, At thy rebuke and frown.

Their own devices blind. 17. Upon the man of thy right hand

13. O, that my people would be wise, Let thy good hand be laid;

To serve me all their days! Upon the son of man, whom thon

And O, that Israel would advise Strong for thyself hast made.

To walk my righteous ways! 18. So shall we not go back from thee

14. Then would I soon bring down their foet, To ways of sin and shame;

That now so proudly rise ; Quicken us thou; then gladly we

And turn my hand against all those, Shall call upon thy name.

That are their enemies. 19. Return us, and thy grace divine,

15. Who hate the Lord should then be fair Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe ;

To bow to him and bend; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

But they, his people, should remain, And then we shall be safe.

Their time should have no end.
16. And he would feed them from the shoek

With flower of finest wheat,

And satisfy them from the rock

With boney for their meat. 1. To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our king;

PSALM LXXXII. To Jacob's God, that all may hear,

1. God in the great assembly stands Loud acclamations ring.

Of kings and lordly states; 2. Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,

Among the gods, on both his hands, The timbrel hither bring;

He judges and debates. The cheerful psaltery bring along,

2. How long will ye pervert the right And harp with pleasant string.

With judgment false and wrong, 3. Blow, as is toont, in the new moon

Favouring the wicked by your might, With trumpets' lofty sound,

Who thence grow bold and strong! The appointed time, the day whereon

3. Regard the weak and fatherless, Our solemn feast comes round.

Despatch the poor man's cause: 4. This was a statute given of old

And raise the man in deep distress For Israel to observe;

By just and equal laws. A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

4. Defend the poor and desolate, From whence they might not swerue.

And rescue from the hands 5. This he a testimony ordain'd

Of wicked men the low estate
In Joseph, not to change,

Of him that help demands.
When as he pass'd through Egypt land; 5. They know not, nor will understand,
The tongue I heard was strange.

Indarkness they walk on; 6. From burden, and from slavish toil,

The Earth's foundations all are mor'd, I set his shoulder free:

And out of order gone. His hands from pots, and miry soil,

6. I said that ye were gods, yea all Deliver'd were by me.

The sons of God Most High ; 7. When trouble did thee sore assail,

7. But ye shall die like men, and fall On me then didst thou call;

As other princes die. And I to free thee did not fail,

8. Rise, God; judge thou the Earth in might, And led thee out of thrall.

This wicked Earth redress; I answer'd thee in thunder deep,

For thou art he who shall by right
With clouds encompass'd round;

The nations all possess.
I tried thee at the water steep
Of Meriba renown'd.

PSALM LXXXIII. 8. Hear, O my People, hearken well;

1. Be not thou silent now at length, I testify to thee,

O God, hold not thy peace ; Thou ancient stock of Israel,

Sit thou not still, O God of strength, If thou wilt list to me:

We cry, and do not cease. 9. Throughout the land of thy abode

2. For lo, thy furious foes now swell, No alien God shall be,

And storm outrageously; Nor shalt thou to a foreign God

And they that hate thee, proud and fell, In honour bend thy knee.

Exalt their heads full high. 10. I am the Lord thy God, which brought

S. Against thy people they contrive Thee out of Egypt land;

Their plots and counsels deep; Ask large enough, and I, besought,

Them to ensnare they chiefly strive, Will grant thy full demand.

Whom thou dost hide and keep. 11. And yet my people would not hear,

4. Come, let us cut thein off, say they, Nor hearken to my voice;

Till they no nation be ; And Israel, whom I lov'd so dear,

That Israel's name for ever may Mislik'd me for his choice.

Be lost in memory.

6. For they consult with all their might, | 4. Happy, who in thy house reside,' . And all, as one in mind, .

Where thee they ever praise ! Themselves against thee they unite,

5. Happy, whose strength in thee doth bide, And in firm union bind.

And in their hearts thy ways ! 6. The tents of Edom, and the brood,

6. They pass through Baca's thirsty vale, Of scornful Ishmael,

That dry and barren ground; Moab, with them of Hagar's blood

As through a fruitful watery dale, That in the desart dwell,

Where springs and showers abuund. 7. Gebal and Ammon there conspire,

7. They journey on from strength to strength And hateful Amalec,

With joy and gladsome cheer, The Philistines, and they of Tyre,

Till all before our God at length Whose bounds the sea doth check.

In Sion do appear. 8. With them great Ashur also bands,

8. Lord God of Hosts, bear now my prayer, And doth confirm the knot:

O Jacob's Gud give ear ; All these have lent their armed hands

9. Thou God, our shield, look on the face To aid the sons of Lot.

Of thy anointed dear. 9. Do to them as to Midian bold,

10. For one day in thy courts to be, That wasted all the coast;

Is better, and more blest, To Sisera ; and, as is told,

Than in the joys of vanity Thou didst to Jabin's host,

A thousand days at best. When, at the brook of Kishon old,

1, in the temple of my God, They were repuls'd and slain,

Had rather keep a door, 10. At Endor quite cut off, and rollid

Than dwell in tents, and rich abode, As dung upon the plain.

With sin for evermore. 1. As Zeb and Oreb evil sped,

11. For God, the Lord, both sun and shield, So let their princes speed;

Gives grace and glory bright; As Zeba and Zalmunna bled,

No good froin them shall be withheld So let their princes bleed.

Whose ways are just and right. 12. For they amidst their pride have said,

12. Lord God of Hosts, that reign'st on high; By right now shall we seize

That man is truly blest, God's houses, and will now invade

Who only on thee doth rely, Their stately palaces.

And in thee only rest. 13. My God, oh make them as a wheel,

No quiet let them find ;
Giddy and restless let them reel

1. Tuy land to favour graciously Like stubble from the wind.

Thou hast, not, Lord, been slack; 14. As when an aged wood takes fire

Thou hast from hard captivity Which on a sudden strays,

Returned Jacob back. The greedy flame runs higher and higher

2. The iniquity thou didst forgive. Till all the mountains blaze;

That wrought thy people woe; 15. So with thy whirlwind them pursue,

And all their sin, that did thee grieve, And with thy tempest chase;

Hast hid where none shall know, 16. And, till they yield thee honour due, 3. Thine anger all thou had'st remov'd, Lord, fill with shame their face.

And calmly didst return 17. Asham'd, and troubled, let them be, From thy fierce wrath which we bad prov'd Troubled, and sham'd for ever;

Far worse than fire to burn. Ever confounded, and so die

4. God of our saving health and peace, With shame, and'scape it never.

Turnus, and us restore ; 18. Then shall they know, that thou, whose name Thine indignation cause to cease Jehovah is alone,

Towards us, and chide no more. Art the Most High, and thou the same

5. Wilt thou be angry without end, O'er all the Earth art One.

For ever angry thus ?

Wilt thou thy frowning ire extend

From age to age on us? 1. How lovely are thy dwellings fair!

6. Wilt thou not turn and hear our voice, O Lord of Hosts, how dear

And us again revive, The pleasant tabernacles are;

That so thy people may rejoice Where thou dost dwell so near!

By thee preserv'd alive? 2. My soul doth long and almost die

7. Cause us to see thy goodness, Lord, Thy courts, O Lord, to see;

To us thy mercy shew; My heart and Desh aloud do cry,

Thy saving health to us afford, O living God, for thee.

And life in as renew. 3. There even the sparrow, freed from wrong, 8. And now, what God the Lord will speak,

Hath found a house of rest;
The swallow there, to lay her young

For to his people he speaks peace,
Hath built her brooding nest;

And to his saints full dear, Even by thy altars, Lord of Hosts,

To his dear saints he will speak peace; They find their safe abode;

But let them never more And home they fly from round the coasta

Return to folly, but surcease, Toward thee, my King, my God.

To trespass as before.

8. And not, chl and hear,

I will go straight

9. Surely, to such as do him fear

13. For great thy mercy is toward me, Salvation is at hand;

And thou hast freed my soul, And glory shall ere long appear

Even from the lowest Hell set free, To dwell within our land.

From deepest darkness foul. 10. Mercy and Truth, that long were miss'd, 14. O God, the proud against me rise, Now joyfully are met ;

And violent men are met Sweet Peace and Righteousness have kiss'd, To seek my life, and in their eyes And hand in hand are set.

No fear of thee have set. 11. Truth from the Earth, like to a flower, 15. But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Shall bud and blossom then ;

Readiest thy grace to shew, And Justice from her heavenly bower,

Slow to be angry, and art styl'd Look down on mortal men.

Most merciful, most true. 12. The Lord will also then bestow

16. O, turn to me thy face at length, Whatever thing is good ;

And me have mercy on; Our land shall forth in plenty throw

Unto thy servant give thy strength, Her fruits to be our food.

And save thy handmaid's son. 13. Before him Righteousness shall go,

17. Some sign of good to me afford, His royal harbinger :

And let my foes then see, Then will he come, and not be slow,

And be asham'd; because thou, Lord, His footsteps cannot err.

Dost help and comfort me.



1. Tay gracious ear, O Lord, incline,

O hear me, I thee pray;
For I am poor, and almost pine

With peed, and sad decay.
2. Preserve my soul ; for I have trod

Thy ways, and love the just; Save thou thy servant, O my God,

Who still in thee doth trust.
3. Pity me, Lord, for daily thee

I call; 4. O make rejoice
Thy servant's soul ; for, Lord, to thee

I lift my soul and voice.
5. For thou art good, thou, Lord, art prone

To pardon, thou to all
Art full of mercy, thou alone,

To them that on thee call.
6. Unto my supplication, Lord,

Give ear, and to the cry
Of my incessant prayers afford

Thy hearing graciously.
7. I, in the day of my distress,

Will call on thee for aid ;
For thou wilt grant me free access,

And answer what I pray'd.
8. Like thee among the gods is none,

O Lord; nor any works
Of all that other gods have done

Like to thy glorious works.
9. The nations all whom thou hast made

Shall come, and all shall frame To bow them low before thee, Lord,

And glorify thy name. 10. For great thou art, and wonders great

By thy strong hand are done; Thou in thy everlasting seat,

Remainest God alone.
11. 'Teach ine, O Lord, thy way most right,

I in thy truth will bide;
To fear thy name my heart unite,

So shall it never slide.
12. Thee will I praise, O Lord my God,

Thee honour and adore
With my whole heart, and blaze abroad

Thy name for evermore.

1. Among the holy mountains high

Is bis foundation fast;
There seated in his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.
2. Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.
3. City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke ;
4. I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke.
I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn;
And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born:
5. But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be said of Sion last ;
This and this man was born in her;

High God shall fix her fast.
6. The Lord shall write it in a scroll

That ne'er shall be out-worn,
When he the nations doth enroll,

That this man there was born.
7. Both they who sing, and they who dance

With sacred songs are there;
In thee fresh books, and softstreams glance,

And all my fountains clear.


1. LORD God, that dost me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2. Into thy presence let my prayer

With sighs devout ascend;
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favour bend.
3. For, cloy'd with woes and trouble store,

Surcharg'd my soul doth lie;
My life, at Death's uncheerful door,

Unto the grave draws nigh,

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