13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,
Ere yet my life be spent,

And up to thee my prayer doth hie
Each morn, and thee prevent.

14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake,
And hide thy face from me,

15 That am already bruis'd, and * shake
With terror fent from thee?
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo love
As ready to expire,
While I thy terrors undergo

Aftonish'd with thine ire.

16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,
Thy threatnings cut me through.
17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me purfue.

18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,
And fever'd from me far.

They fly me now whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are.

*Heb. Pra concuffione.

A Paraphrafe on PSALM 114. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old.

Hen the bleft feed of Terah's faithful Son,
After long toil their liberty had won,
And past from Pharian Fields to Canaan Land,"
Led by the ftrength of the Almighties hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael fhown,
His praife and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled Sea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head

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Low

Low in the earth, Jordans clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.

The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams
Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs.
Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains?
Why turned Jordan toward his chryftal fountains?
Shake Earth, and at the prefence be agaft
Of him that ever was, and ay fhall laft,
That glaffy flouds from rugged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-ftones gufh.

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ET us with a gladfom mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;

For his mercies ay endure,
Ever faithful, ever fure.

Let us blaze his Name abroad,
For of Gods he is the God;
For his, c.

O let us his praises tell,

Who doth wrathfull tyrants quell.

For his, c.

Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.
For his, c.

Who by his wifdom did create
The painted Heav'ns fo full of flate.
For his, c.

Who did the folid Earth ordain
To rife above the watry plain.

For his,

Who

Who by his all commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light.
For his, c.

And caus'd the golden-treffed Sun,
All the day long his courfe to run.
For his, c.

The horned Moon to shine by night,
Amongst her fpangled fifters bright.
For his,

c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt Land.
For his, c.

And in defpight of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his, c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain,
Of the Erythraan main.

For his, &c.

The flouds flood ftill like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew Bands did pafs.
For his, c.

But full foon they did devour
The tawny King with all his power.
For his, c.

His chofen people he did bless
In the waftful Wilderness.

For his,

In bloudy battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For his, .

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