L PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. Ord how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rife! That of my life distrustfully thus say, Th'exalter of my head I count ; Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though incamping round about On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord3 Thy bleffing on thy people flows. PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653. A Nfwer me when I call, In ftraights and in distress Thou didst me difinthrall And fet at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'ı. Great ones how long will ye My glory have in fcorn, How long be thus forborn To love, to feek, to prize Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chofe 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 aw'd, and do not fin, Speak to your hearts alone, Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say Who yet will fhew us good Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray, On us lift up the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright, Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their ftores 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 fleep, For thou alone doft keep Me fafe where e'er I lie; As in a rocky Cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'ft me dwell. PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653. Ehovah to my words give ear, Jehovah The voice of my complaining hear My King and God; for unto thee I pray. Jehovah thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' morning I to thee with choice 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 ftand not within thy fight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat't; and them unbleft Thou wilt destroy that fpeak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth deteft. But I will in thy mercies dear Into thy House; I in thy fear Will towards thy Holy Temple worship low; Lead me because of those That do obferve if I tranfgrefs, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes, No word is firm or footh An open grave their throat,their tongue they smooth God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd; Then all who truft in thee shall bring Their joy, while thou from blame Defend' them, they shall ever fing And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found To bless the just man ftill, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. L Ord in thine anger do not reprehend me, Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me, Who in the grave can celebrate thy praife? [pray's, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping With much confusion; then grow red with fhame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abafh'd. |