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City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke ;

1 mention Egypt, where proud kings
Did our forefathers yoke.

4 I mention Babel to my friends,
Philistia full of scorn;

And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost end»,
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 brooks and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear.

PSALM LXXXVIII.

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, cioy'd with woes and trouble store
Surcharg'd my soul doth lie:

My life, at death's uncheerful door,
Unto the grave draws nigh.

4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal pit ;

I am a man, but weak, alas!
And for that name unfit.

From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to sleep;
And like the slain in bloody fight,
That in the grave lie deep:

Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er,
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.

5 Thou in the lowest pit profound
Hast set me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,
Full sore doth press on me;
Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,
And all thy waves break me.

8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And makest me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,
And I here pent up thus.

Through sorrow, and affliction great,

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10 ou do wonders on the dead?
Sha the deceas'd arise,

And pra se thee from their loathsome bed *** pale and hollow eyes ?

1 Shall they thy loving kindness tell,
On whom the grave hath hold
Or they, who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known?
Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?

13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent ;

And up to thee my prayer doth his
Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake
And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and shake
With terror sent from thee?
Bruis'd and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire;
While I thy terrors undergo,
Astonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;
Thy threat'nings cut me through:
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,
And sever'd from me far:

They Лy me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

A PARAPHRASE ON PSALM CXIV.

This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the blest seed of Terah s faithful son, After long toil, their liberty had won,

And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known.
That saw che troubled sea, and shivering Aed,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth: Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs,
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth; and at the presence be aghast
Df him that ever was, and aye shall last;
That glassy floods from ragged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush

PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us, with a gladsome mind, er
Praise the Lord, for he is kind
For his mercies aye endure
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,

For of gods he is the God

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O, let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell

For his, &c.

Who, with his miracles, deth make

Amazed heaven and earth to shake a
For his, &c.

Who, by his wisdom, did create
The painted heavens so full of state
For his, &c.

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