PSA L M S. B PSALM I. Done into verfe, 1653. Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray And in his law he ftudies day and night. PSAL. II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette. WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations WH 10 15 Muse a vain thing, the kings of th' earth up stand With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear? Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then fevere Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he, Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow 10 15 Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With iron fcepter bruis'd, and them disperse And now be wife at length, ye Kings averse, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. 20 25 PSAL. III. PSAL. III. Aug. 9, 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. LORD, how many are my foes! How many those That in arms against me rise ! That of my life distrustfully thus say, But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory, Th' exalter of my head I count; Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and flept, I wak'd again, I fear not, though incamping round about They pitch against me their pavilions. Rife, Lord; save me, my God; for thou Haft fmote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows. PSAL. IV. A PS AL. IV. Aug. 10, 1653. NSWER me when I call, God of my righteoufnefs, In ftraits and in diftrefs Thou didft me difinthrall And fet at large; now fpare, Now pity me, and hear my earneft prayer. Great-ones, how long will ye My glory have in fcorn, How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity; To love, to feek, to prize Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chofe 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 aw'd, and do not fin, On On us lift up the light, Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou haft put, Than when a year of glut Their ftores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and fleep, For thou alone doft keep 30 Me fafe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone in fafety mak'st me dwell. JEHO PSA L. V. Aug. 12, 1653. EHOVAH, to my words give ear, 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' th' morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickednefs delight, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight. 35 5 IO. All |