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Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where'er I lie;

As in a rocky cell

Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

Psalm v. Aug. 12. 1653.

JEHOVAH to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,

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 pray'rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedness delight,

Evil with thee no hiding 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 lie;

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

No word is firm or sooth;

Their inside, troubles miserable;

[smooth.

An open grave thir throat, their tongue they 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 favor and good will.

Psalm 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,

And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that ev'n 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 days,
Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea;
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' th' midst of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My supplication with acceptance fair [pray'r,
The Lord will own and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd

With much confusion; then grown red with
shame,

They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

Psalm v11. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him. LORD my God to thee I fly,

Save me and secure me under

Thy protection while I cry,

Lest as a lion (and no wonder)
He haste 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 freed my foe for nought;
Let th' enemy pursue my soul

And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,

Of

Rouse thyself amidst the rage
my foes that urge like fire;

And wake for me, their fury's asswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
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 world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is

Upon ine: cause at length to cease,

Of evil men the wickedness

And their pow'r 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 the 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 vanity,

Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mold
Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
And fell into the pit he made;
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd

Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And sing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

Psalm v111. Aug. 14. 1653.

O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

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