3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Ægypt, where proud Kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends, 5 But twice that praife shall in our car This and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord fhall write it in a fcrowle 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance; In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance, I PSAL. LXXXVIII. Lord God thou doft me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long, before thee weep 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are; My life at death's nnchearful door 4 Reck'n'd I am with them that pafs I am a * man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. P 2 Heb, A man wirbent manly strength. 5 From 5 From life difcharg'd and parted quite Whom thou remembereft no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickeft darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, * Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change, 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathfom bed II Shall they thy loving kindness tel 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy juftice in the gloomy land The Hebr. bears both. |