For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains, And dilapproves that care, though wife in show: That with fuperfluous burden loads the day, And when God fends a cheerful hour refrains. C XXII. TO THE SAME. 14 tho' clear, NYRIAC, this three years day thefe eyes, $5 Right onward. What fupports me ? dost thou ask ; The confcience, friend, to have loft them over-ply'd In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe talks from fide to fide. This thought might lead me thro' the world's vain mafk Content, though blind, had I no better guide. XXIII. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE. METHOUGHT I faw my late efpoufed faint Brought to me like Alceftis from the grave, And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have But O as to embrace me she inclin'd, 14 10 I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night. 14 PSALM 1. Done into verfe, 1653. LESS'D is the man who hath not walk'd aftray BLESS'D man hath not d of finners hath not stood, and in the feat PSALM II. Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzette. WHY WHY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Let us break off, they say, by strength of hand I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid, 10 15 This day; ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bettow Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low, With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperie 20 Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd fo. And now be wife at length ye kings averfe, Be taught ye judges of the earth; with fear Jehovah ferve, and let your joy converse With trembling, kifs the Son left he appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all thofe who have in him their stay. 25 28 PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653. When he fled from Abfalım. LORD how many are thy foes? How many That in arms against me rife! Many are they That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, No help for hiin in God there lies. 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 I lay and flept, I wak'd again, Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though incamping round about 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. PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in diftrefs Thou didst me difinthral And fet at large; now fpare, How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity, To love, to feek, to prize, prayer. 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 chose he knows) Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be aw'd, and do not fin, Speak to your hearts alone, JO 15 20 Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just Of righteoufnefs, and in Jehovah trust, Many there be that say Who yet will shew us good? 25 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'nancè bright, 30 Into my heart more joy As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone in fafety mak'st me dwell. 43 PSALM V. Aug. 12. 1653. EHOVAH to my words give ear, J My meditation Weigh, 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 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 unbleit Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft. But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy houfe; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. Lord lead me in thy righteousness, Lead me because of thofe That do obferve if I tranfgrefs, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. For in his falt'ring mouth, unstable, No word is firm or footh; Their infide, troubles miferable; ૐ 15 20 25 An open grave their throat, their tongue they imooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Pufh them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. Then all who trust in thee fhall bring Their joy, while thou from blame Defend't them, they fhall ever fing 30 35 And fhall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found To bleis the juft man still, |