4 Reck'n'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit,

I am a * man, but weak alas,

And for that name unfit.

*Heb. A man without manly strength

5 From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,

And like the flain in bloody fight
That in the Grave lie deep.
Whom thou rememberest no more,
Doft never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
Death's hideous house hath barr'd.
Thou in the lowest Pit profound
Haft fet me all forlorn,

Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves,

Full fore doth prefs on me;

Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves,

And all thy waves break me.

*The Hebr.

bears both

s Thou doft my friends from me estrange,

And mak'ft me odious,

Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.

9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,
Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,
My hands to thee I spread,

to Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd árife

And praife thee from their loathsom bid
With pale and hollow eyes?

II Shall they thy loving kindness tell
On whom the Grave hath bold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold?

12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known,

Thy juftice 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 hie

Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forfake, And hide thy face from me,

Is That am already bruis'd, and ‡ shake

With terror fent from thee? Heb. Præ Consuffione, Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low

As ready to expire,

While I thy terrors undergo

Aftonish'd with thine ire.

15 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

Thy threatnings cut me through. 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me purfue.

18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd,

And fever'd from me far.

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

A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114.

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

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Hen the bleft feed of Terah's faithful Son,
After long toil their liberty had won,
And paft from Pharian Fjelds to Canaan Land,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighties hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth, Jordans clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams
Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.
Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his Chrystal Fountains?
Shake earth, and at the prefence be agaft

Of him that ever was, and ay hall last,
That glaffy flouds from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush.

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PSALM 136.

ET us with a gladsom mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind:

For his mercies ay endure,

Ever faithfull, ever fure.

Let us blaze his Name abroad,
For of gods he is the God;
For his, e.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathfull tyrants quell

For his, &c.

Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake

For his, &c.

Who by his wisdom did create

The painted Heav'ns fo full of ftate.

For his, &c.

Who did the folid Earth ordain.
To rife above the watry plain.

For his, &c.

Who by his all-commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light,

For his, &c.

And caus'd the Golden-treffed Sun,
All the day long his course to run.
For his, &c.

The horned Moon to fhine by night,
Amongst her fpangled fifters bright.
For his, &c.

He with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.
For his, &c.

And in defpight of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,
Qf the Erythraan main.

For his, &c.

The flouds ftood ftill like Walls of Glafs, While the Hebrew Bands did pafs.

For his, &c.

But full foon they did devour

The Tawny King with all his power

For his, &c.

His chofen people he did bless,
In the waftful Wilderness,

For his, be