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PSALM I. Done Into Verse, 1653.
Bless'n is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i' the 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 judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows the upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, i6y. Terzetti.

Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, 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 heaven 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, 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

The Heathen ; and, as thy conquest to be sway'd, Earth's utmost bounds: them 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

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 him their stay.

PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.

WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.

Lord, how many are my foes!
How many those
That in arms against me rise!
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story
The 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 abhorr'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.

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 earnest prayer.
Great ones, how long will ye
My glory have in scorn?
How long be thus forborne
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 choose he knows);
Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry.
Be awed, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon 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 countenance 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 makest me dwell.

PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653.

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' the morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear.

For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedness delight;
Evil with thee no biding makes;
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
All workers of iniquity

Thou hatest; 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 observe, if I transgress;
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltering mouth unstable

No word is firm or sooth;
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.

PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653.

LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

And very weak and faint ; heal and amend me:

For all my bones, that e'en with anguish ache,
Are troubled, yea, my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord, restore

My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake:

For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days,

Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea;

My bed I water with my tears; mine eye

Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' the midst of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart, all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prayer, 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 CUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM.

Lord, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me, and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry;
Lest as a lion (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this ; if wickedness
Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him 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 Toll
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 the 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

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