PSALM IV. August 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, And set at large: now spare, My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborne 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 Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that say "Who yet will show us good?" Talking like this world's 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 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. ΙΟ 20 30 40 PSALM V. August 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, Shalt in the morning hear; I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight. Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. 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. God, find them guilty; let them fall By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebelled. 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. 1Ο 20 30 40 PSALM VI. August 13, 1653. LORD, in thy anger do not reprehend me, Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 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, ΙΟ 20 PSALM VII. August 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; If the unjust will not forbear, 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 When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then saith my heart, Oh, what is man that thou rememberest yet And think'st upon him, or of man begot That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than gods thou mad'st his lot; With honour and with state thou hast him crowned. 10 |