PSALM VII. AtG. 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 Let th' enemy pursue my soul Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, 5 10 153 20 So th' assemblies of each nation All people from the world's foundation. Judge me, Lord, be judge in this And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God that tries 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 95 30 35 40 45 For them that persecute.) Behold He travels big with vanity, Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief that due course doth keep, Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise 55 CO PSALM VIII. AUG. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 5 stirt th' enemy] A violent cæsure in the last syllabie of enemy.' See above, Ps. v. 16. Ps. vii. 22. Warton. But perhaps it should be pronounced en'my. VOL. III. When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him lord, 20 Fowl of the Heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth! APRIL, 1648. J. M. Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSALM LXXX. 1 THOU Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed, That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, Awake thy strength, come, and be seen 3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play, 7 Return us, and thy grace divine, Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 8 A Vine from Egypt thou hast brought, Thy free love made it thine, 15 20 25 30 |