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To the Lord Generall Cromwell May 1652.

On the proposalls of certaine ministers at the Committee for Propagation of the Gospell.

Cromwell, our cheif of men, who through a cloud
Not of warr onely, but detractions rude,
Guided by faith & matchless Fortitude

To peace & truth thy glorious way hast plough'd,
And on the neck of crowned Fortune proud

Hast reard Gods Trophies, & his work pursu❜d,
While Darwen stream with blood of Scotts imbru'd,
And Dunbarr feild resounds thy praises loud,
And Worsters laureat wreath; yet much remaines
To conquer still; peace hath her victories
No less renownd then warr, new foes aries
Threatning to bind our soules with secular chaines:
Helpe us to save free Conscience from the paw
Of hireling wolves whose Gospell is their maw.


To Sr Henry Vane the younger.

Vane, young in yeares, but in sage counsell old,
Then whome a better Senatour nere held

The helme of Rome, when gownes not armes repelld
The feirce Epeirot & the African bold,

Whether to settle peace, or to unfold

The drift of hollow states, hard to be spelld,
Then to advise how warr may best, upheld,
Move by her two maine nerves, Iron & Gold

In all her equipage; besides to know

Both spirituall powre & civill, what each meanes

What severs each thou 'hast learnt, which few have don.

The bounds of either sword to thee wee ow.

Therfore on thy firme hand religion leanes

In peace, & reck'ns thee her eldest son.


To Mr. Cyriack Skinner upon his Blindness.

Cyriack, this three years day these eys, though clear
To outward view, of blemish or of spot;
Bereft of light thir seeing have forgot,
Nor to thir idle orbs doth sight appear
Of Sun or Moon or Starre throughout the year,
Or man or woman. Yet I argue not

Against heavns hand or will, nor bate a jot
Of heart or hope; but still bear vp and steer
Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask?
The conscience, Friend, to have lost them overply'd 10
In libertyes defence, my noble task,

Of which all Europe talks from side to side.

This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask
Content though blind, had I no better guide.

PSAL. I. Done into Verse, 1653.

BLESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and ith'way

Of sinners hath not stood,
Of scorners hath not sate.

and in the seat
But in the great

Jehovahs Law is ever his delight,
And in his Law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their tryal then,
Nor sinners in th'assembly of just men.

For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just,
And the way of bad men to ruine must.

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PSAL. II. Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzetti.

WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Muse a vain thing, the Kings of th'earth upstand
With power, and Princes in their Congregations
Lay deep their plots together through each Land,
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear.

Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand
Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: he who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe
Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I saith hee
Anointed have my King (though ye rebell)
On Sion my holi' hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath say'd
Thou art my Son I

This day; ask of me,

have begotten thee
and the grant is made;

As thy possession I on thee bestow

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

Earths utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With Iron Scepter bruis'd, and them disperse

Like to a potters vessel shiver'd so.

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

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

PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653.
When he fled from Absalom. .

LORD how many are my foes

How many those

That in arms against me rise

Many are they



That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield my glory,
Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count
Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I wak'd again,
For my sustain

Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

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

Rise Lord, save me my God for thou

Hast smote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhor'd

Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PSAL. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

ANSWER me when I call

God of my righteousness;
In straights and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall.

And set at large; now spare,

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 seek, to prize

Things false and vain and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chose

Chose to himself a part

The good and meek of heart

(For whom to chuse he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voyce what time to him I crie.




Be aw'd, and do not sin,
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 say

Who yet will shew us good?

Talking like this worlds brood;

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 hast put

Then 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 sleep

For thou alone dost keep

Me safe where ere I lie

As in a rocky Cell

Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.

JEHOVAH 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 sight.

All workers of iniquity





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