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Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Il to him that meant me peace,
Or to himn have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for nought;
Let the enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust, and there outspread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire,
And wake for me, their fury assuage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I desire.
So th' assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is
Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness
And their power that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast
My defence, and in Him lies,
In Him who both just and wise
Saves th' upright of heart at last
God is a just judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
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
He travels bis with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a lie.
He digg'd a pit, and delved it deep,
And fell into the pit he made :
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade,
Of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And sing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

PSALM VIII. AUG. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth! So as above the Heavens thy praise to set

Out of the tender mouths of latest birth. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou

Hast founded strength because of all thy fres, To stint the enemy, and slack th' avenger's brow,

That bends his rage thy providence t' oppose. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art.

The moon and stars which thou so bright hust 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 crowo'd O'er the works of thy hand thon mad'st him lord,

Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,

All beasts that in the field or forest meet,
Howl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet

Sea paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

And gloricus is thy name through all the earth!

APRIL, 1645. J. M.

Nine of the Poalms 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.

THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep

Give ear in time of need,
Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed,
That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out-spread,
Shine forth, and from thy cloud give lighty

And on our foes thy dread.
In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasse's sight,
Awake thy strength, come, and be seen

To save us by thy might.
Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us, O God, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.
Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare
Thy smcking wrath, and angry bror

Against thy people's prayer!

Thon feed'st them with the bread of tears,

Their bread with tears they eat,
And mak'st them largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
A strife thou mak'st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,
Among themselves they laugh, they play,

And flouts at us they throw.
Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hosts, vouchsafe,
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.
A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought

Thy free love made it thine,
And drov'st out nations, proud and haut,

To plant this lovely vine.
Thou did'st prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the land at last.
With her green shade that cover'd all,

The hills were over-spread,
Her boughs as high as cedars tall

Advanced their lofty head.
Her branches on the western sido

Down to the sea she sent,
And upward to that river wido

Her other branches went.
Why hast thou laid her hedges low,

And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudest violence ?
The tusked boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots,
Wild beasts there browse, and make their food

Her grapes and tender shoots.

Return now, God of Hosts, look down

From Heav'n, thy seat divine,
Behold us, but without a frown,

And visit this thy vine.
Visit this vine, which thy right hand

Hath set, and planted long,
And the young branch, that for thyself

Thou hast made firm and strong.
But now it is consumed with fire,

And cut with axes down, They perish at thy dreadful ire,

At thy rebuke and frown. Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid, Upon the son of man, whom thon

Strong for thyself hast made. So shall we not go back from thee

To ways ofsin and shane, Quicken us thou, then gladly wo

Shall call upon thy Name. Return us, and thy grace divine,

Lord God of Hosts, vouchsafe, Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

PSALM LXXXI.

To God our strength sing loud, and clear,

Sing loud to God our King,
To Jacob's God, that all may hear,

Loud acclamations ring.
Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,

The timbrel hither bring,
The cheerful psaltry bring along,

And harp with pleasant string.

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