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Done into verse, 1653.
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
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 he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion, my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare: the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day : ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen; and as thy conquest to be swayed Earth's utmost bounds; them thou shalt bring full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest 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!
Aug. 9, 1653.
LORD, how many are my foes !
That in arms against me rise !
No help for him in God there lies.
The exalter of my head I count;
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept; I waked again ;
Was the Lord. Of many millions
They pitch against me their pavilions.
20 On the cheek-bone all my foes; Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
Aug. 10, 1653
In straits, and in distress,
And set at large ; now spare,
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 apart,
The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows);
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be awed, 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.
“Who yet will show us good ?”
Talking like this world's brood;
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright.
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut
And from their plenteous grounds
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
Both lay me down and sleep;
For thou alone dost keep
As in a rocky cell
Aug. 12, 1653.
My meditation weigh;
Shalt in the morning hear;
In wickedness delight:
Thou hatest; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;
Thy numerous mercies-go
Lead me because of those
No word is firm or sooth;
Their joy; while thou from blame
To bless the just man still;
Aug. 13, 1653.
LORD! in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord! for I am much deject,
Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore;
And thou, O Lord ! how long ? Turn, Lord! restore My soul ; 0, save me for thy goodness sake :