PSAL II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.

Hy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations

WHY
With power,and Princes in their Congregations[ftand
Lay deep their plots together through each Land
Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear?

Mufe avain thing, the Kings ofth' earth up

Let us break off, fay they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear,

Their twisted cords: he who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, 'faith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)

On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made: As thy poffeffion I on thee beftow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd

Earth's utmoft bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With Iron Scepter bruis'd, and them disperse

Like to a potter's vessel fhiver'd fo.

And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
With trembling, kifs the Son least he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,

If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay.

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PSAL III. Aug. 9. 1653.

When he fled from Abfalom.

Ord how many are my foes!

How many thofe

That in arms against me rise!

Many are they

That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
No help for him in God there lies.

But thou Lord art my fhield my glory,
Thee through my story

Th'exalter of my head I count;

Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd

And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and flept, I wak'd again,
For my fuftain

Was the Lord. Of many millions

The populous rout

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I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their Pavilions.

Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou
Haft fmote e'er now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhor'd

Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord, Thy bleffing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

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Nfwer me when I call,
God of my righteousness,

In straights and in diftrefs

Thou didst me difinthrall

And

And fet at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.

Great ones how long will ye

My glory have in scorn,

How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity,

To love, to feek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chofe,

Chofe to himself apart,

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to chuse he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be aw'd, and do not fin,

Speak to your hearts alone,

Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.

Offer the offerings juft

Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that say

Who yet will shew us good?

Talking like this world's brood;

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But

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 haft put,

Than when a year of glut

Their stores doth over-cloy,

And from their plenteous grounds

With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.

In peace at once will I

Both lay me down and fleep,

For thou alone doft keep

Me fafe where e'er I lie;

As in a rocky Cell

Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'st me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

Ehovah to my words give ear,

Jeho

My meditation weigh,

The voice of my complaining hear

My King and God; for unto thee I pray.

Jehovah