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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 saith 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
Th’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.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with foar
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in them their stay.
PSALM III. AUG. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
Many are they
Thee through my story
Th' exalter of my head I count:
Aloud I cried
For my sustain!
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorr'd
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?
i Tho verb used as a substantive. “So 'disturb,' in P. L. VI. 840."-TODD.
(For whom to chose He knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to Him I cry.
within. Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
heart more joy
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds,
Me safe where'er I lie; • As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell
PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
halt in the morning hear,
I th' morning I to thee with choice
In wickedness delight,
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
Lead me because of those
No word is firm or sooth;1
By their own counsels quelld;
Their joy, while thou from blame
To bless the just man still,
· PSALM VI. Alig. 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me
weak and faint; heal and amend me
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn, Lord, restore
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days,
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' the midst of all mine enemies that mark.
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prayer,
My supplication with acceptance fair
With much confusion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came,
PSALM VII. AUG. 14, 1653.
UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM.
LORD, my God, to thee I fly,