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Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
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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
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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.
Abfalom.
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)
Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe,
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.
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With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I
Ehovah to my words give ear,
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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.
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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
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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,
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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.
PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
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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;
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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.
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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.
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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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