PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

NSWER me when I call

God of my righteousness

In straights and in distress

Thou didft me difinthrall

And fet at large; now fpare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'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

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Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chofe

Chose to himself a part

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to chufe he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.

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 just

Of righteousness and in Jehovah trust.

Many there be that fay

Who yet will fhew us good?
Talking like this worlds brood;
But Lord, thus let me pray,

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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

Then when a year of glut

Their ftores doth over-cloy

And from their plenteous grounds

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EHOVAH to my words give ear
My meditation waigh

The voyce of my complaining hear

My King and God for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah thou my early voyce

Shalt in the morning hear

Ith'morning I to thee with choyce

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'ft; and them unblest

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Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly

The bloodi' and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go

Into thy houfe; 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 wayes right before, where my step goes. For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or footh

Their infide, troubles miserable;

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An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.

God, find them guilty, let them fall

By their own counfels quell'd;

Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd;
Then all who truft in thee fhall bring

Their joy, while thou from blame

Defend'st them, they fhall ever fing

And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. 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.

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PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot difpleasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject

Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore
And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, restore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with fighing out my dayes,
Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;
My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark
Ith' mid'ft of all mine enemies that mark.

Depart all ye that work iniquitie.

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Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my

prai'r

My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dash't With much confufion; then

fhame,

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grow red with

They shall return in haft the way they came

And in a moment shall be quite abash't.

PSAL. VII. Aug. 14, 1653.

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

ORD my God to thee I flie

Save me and fecure me under
Thy protection while I crie,

Least as a Lion (and no wonder)
He haft 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 fre'd my foe for naught;

Let th'enemy pursue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth and roul
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

Rife Jehovah in thine ire
Rouze thy felf amidst the rage

Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their furi' affwage;
Judgment here thou didst ingage

And command which I defire.

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