Jehovah thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' 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 fight, All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st, and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody and guileful man God doth deteft. 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 tranfgrefs, A Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For in his faltring mouth unstable No word is firm or footh Their infide, troubles miferable; 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, Their joy, while thou from blame Defend'st them, they shall ever fing For thou Jehovah wilt be found To bless the just man still, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lasting favour and good will, L PSAL. VI. Aug. 13, 1653. Ord in thine anger do not reprefiend me, Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct s Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint, heal and amend me, For For all my bones, that even with anguish ake, Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my My fupplication with acceptance fair, [pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash'd With much confusion; then grow red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSALM VII. Aug 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against L him. Ord my God to thee I flie, Save me and fecure me under Thy protection while I cry, Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought And not free'd my foe for naught; Let th' Enemy purfue my Soul My life down to the earth, and roul ..A In the dust my Glory dead, In the duft and there out spread. Lodge it with dishonour foul. Rife Jehovah in thine ire, So th' affemblies of each Nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me Lord, be judge in this And the innocence which is Upon me: caufe at length to cease Of |