Imatges de pÓgina

That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield my glory,
Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count
Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

I fear not though incamping round about
They pitch against me their Pavillions.

Rise Lord, save me my God for thou

Hast smote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhor'd

Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

ANSWER me when I call
God of my righteousness;
In straights and in distress

Thou didst me disinthrall

And set at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r.

Great ones how long will ye

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 a part

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to chuse he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.




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 shew us good?

Talking like this worlds brood;

But Lord, thus let me pray,

On us lift up the light

Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright.

Into my heart more joy

Then when a year of glut

And gladness thou hast put

Their stores doth over-cloy

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 ere I lie

As in a rocky Cell

Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

JEHOVAH to my words give ear

My meditation waigh

The voyce of my complaining hear
My King and God for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah thou my early voyce

Shalt in the morning hear

Ith'morning I to thee with choyce

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 ly

The bloodi' 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 wayes right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or sooth

Their inside, troubles miserable;

An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
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.

PSAL. 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

Am 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 dayes,
Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;

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My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
Ith' mid'st of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquitie.

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai'r
My supplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash't

With much confusion; then grow red with shame,
They shall return in hast the way they came
And in a moment shall be quite abash't.


PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

LORD my God to thee I flie
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I crie
Least as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hast 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
Ill to him that meant me peace,

Or to him have render'd less,
And not fre'd my foe for naught;

Let th'enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread

My life down to the earth and roul
In the dust my glory dead,

In the dust and there out spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.


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Rise Jehovah in thine ire
Rouze thy self amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their furi' asswage;
Judgment here thou didst ingage
And command which I desire.

So th' 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 worlds 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 th' upright of Heart at last.

God is a just Judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
If th' unjust will not forbear,

His Sword he whets, his Bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His arrows purposely made he

For them that persecute.) Behold

He travels big with vanitie,

Trouble he hath conceav'd of old

As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a Lie.




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