And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. "Who yet will show us good? 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 Than 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'er I lie : As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell. PSALM V. August 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear, My King and God, for unto Thee I pray. Jehovah, Thou my early voice Shalt in the morning hear; I' the morning I to Thee with choice In wickedness delight; Evil with Thee no 'biding makes ; Fools or mad men stand not within Thy sight. 30 40 IO All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Will towards 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. By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against Thee they have rebelled. Their joy, while Thou from blame And shall triumph in Thee, who love Thy name. 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 Thy anger do not reprehend me, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me : 20 30 40 For all my bones, that even with anguish ache, And thou, O Lord, how long? Turn, Lord; restore For in death no remembrance is of Thee; Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in His keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dashed With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, And in a moment shall be quite abashed. 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 His sword He whets; His bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death that waits him near. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings Thou That bends his rage Thy providence to oppose. 50 60 |