But I will in thy mercies dear Into thy house; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. 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. 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. AUGUST 13, 1653. LORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, And Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore, 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' th' 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 pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 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. AUGUST 14, 1653. UPON THE WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM. LORD my God to thee I fly, Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my soul In the dust my glory dead, Rise Jehovah in thine ire, 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 All people from the world's foundation. Judge me Lord, be judge in this And the innocence which is Upon me: cause at length to cease Of evil men the wickedness And their pow'r 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 God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise |