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I' th' morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear.
For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight,
Evil with thee no biding makes,
Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'ft; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;
The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft.
But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. 20 Lord lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
No word is firm or fmooth;
Their infide, troubles miferable;
Anopen grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quell'd;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'ft them, they fhall ever fing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
To blefs the just man still,
As with a fhield thou wilt furround
Him with thy lafling favor and good will. 40
PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10 Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I' th' midft of all mine enemies that mark. 15 Depart all ye that work iniquity,
Depart from me, for the voice of
for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my My fupplication with acceptance fair (pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd
PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.
ORD my God to thee I fly,
Save me and fecure me under
Lord my God if I have thought
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Let th' enemy pursue my foul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the duft my glory dead,
In the duft and there out-fpread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury' affwage;
So th' affemblies of each nation
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.
Judge me Lord, be judge in this
God is a juft judge and fevere,
And God is every day offended;
If the unjust will not forbear,
His fword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended
The tools of death, that waits him near.
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.)
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
And fell into the pit he made;
His mischief that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd
Fall on his crown with ruin steep.
Then will I Jehovah's praise