Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring 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. Aug. 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me : Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my pray'r ; My supplication with acceptance fair 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 VII. Aug. 14, 1653. UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH1 THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let the enemy pursue my soul, 'Chush:' one of Saul's courtiers. Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, And wake for me, their fury asswage; 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, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old, He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wonderous great So as above the heavens thy praise to set Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon, and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, O, what is man that thou remember'st yet, And think'st upon him? or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods, thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet April 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into metre; wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU Shepherd, that dost Israel keep, Give ear in time of need; Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed; |