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BLESS'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' th' way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgnient, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’ upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.
PSALM II. DONE Aug. 8, 1653. TERZETTE.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth upstand
With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He who in heav'n doth dwell
Shall laugh; the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, said He,
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 sway'd Earth’s utmost bounds: then shalt thou bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length, ye Kings averse,
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear
In anger, and ye pérish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in them their stay.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
many are my
How many those
That in ảrms against me rise !
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say
No help for him in God there lies.
But thon, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count:
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah, He full soon replied
And heard me from His holy mount.
I lay and slept, I waked again.
For my sustain ?
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
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 abhorra
Hast broke the teeth. This held was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disenthrall
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my
Great ones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
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 apart,
The good and meek of heart;
(For whom to chose He knows)
Jeborah from on high
Wahl hear my voice what time to Him I cry.
Be awed, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Tpon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
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 count'nance bright.
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth overcloy,
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 mak'st me dwell.
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 bidding makes,
Fools or mad men stand not within 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 obserye if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his falt'ring mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth;1
Their inside, troubles miserable ;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
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 favour and good-will.