1 Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree I will declare: the Lord to me hath said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made: As thy possession I on thee bestow The Heathen; and, as thy conquest to be swayed, Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse Like to a potter's vessel shivered so. And now be wise at length, ye kings averse, Be taught, ye judges of the earth; with fear Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire, like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay. PSALM III. August 9, 1653. WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rise! Many are they, That of my life distrustfully thus say: No help for him in God there lies. But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, The exalter of my head I count : Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied, And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and slept; I waked again; Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though, encamping round about, They pitch against me their pavilions. Rise, Lord; save me, my God; for thou Hast smote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; B b PSALM IV. August 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborne 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 choose he knows); Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry. Be awed, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say, Who yet will show 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 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'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone, in safety makest me dwell. PSALM V. August 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, The voice of my complaining hear, Shalt in the morning hear: I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight, All workers of iniquity Thou hatest; and them unblest The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress; Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. 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 quelled; Push them to their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebelled. Their joy; while thou from blame And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSALM VI. August 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord; restore Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping Mine enemies shall all be blank and dashed With much confusion: then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abashed. PSALM VII. August 14, 1653. UPON THE WORDS OF CUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Let the enemy pursue my soul, Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, So the assemblies of each nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord; be judge in this Upon me: cause at length to cease But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries God is a just judge and severe, 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 |