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Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?


Let us break off, fay they, by strength of hand
Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear,
Their twifted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall feoff' them, then fevere
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree



I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made i
As thy poffeffion I on thee beltow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd
Earth's utmoft bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low
With iron fcepter bruis'd, and them difperfe 20
Like to a potter's veffel fhiver'd fo.
And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kifs the Son left he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay.

PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653.



When he fled from

ORD how many are my foes!
How many those

That in arms against me rife!
Many are they

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

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

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and flept, I wak'd again,
For my fuftain
Was the Lord.
The populous rout

Of many millions

I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions,
Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou
Haft fmote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd

Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy bleffing on thy people flows.

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NSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In ftraits and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And fet at large; now spare,

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

Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity
To love, to feek, to prize

Chofe to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)

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Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe,



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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,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings just

Of righteoufnefs, 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 favor of thy count'nance bright. 30
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou haft put,
Than when a year of glut
Their ftores doth over-cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds

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

As in a rocky cell

Thou Lord alone in fafety mak`st me dwell.



With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.



Ehovah to my words give ear,

JE 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,
Ith' 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 biding makes,
Fools or mad men ftand not within thy fight.
All workers of iniquity



Thou hatft; and them unbleft
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;
The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft.
But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy houfe; I in thy fear
Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low.
Lord lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of thofe


That do obferve if I tranfgrefs,


Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable
No word is firm or footh;
Their infide, troubles miferable;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they fmooth,
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 trust in thee hall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend ft them, they shall ever fing
And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To blefs the just man still,
As with a fhield thou wilt furound
Him with thy lafting favor and good will.





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PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.


ORD 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 ev'n with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake:
For in death no remembrance is of thee;



Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with fighing out my days,
Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea
My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
I'th'midft 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 fupplication with acceptance fair [pray'r,
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash'd


With much confufion; then grown red with fhame, They fhall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

PSAL. VII, Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.


ORD my God to thee I fly,
Save me and fecure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Let as a lion (and no wonder)



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