PSALM VII.

Aug. 14, 1653.

Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.

LORD, my God, to thee I fly;
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection, while I cry;
Lest, as a lion, (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing, and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this; if wickedness

Be in my hands; if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace;
Or to him have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for nought;

Let the enemy pursue my soul,
And overtake it; let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust; and, there out-spread,
Lodge it with dishonour foul.

Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rous thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury asswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.

So the assemblies of each nation
Will surround thee, seeking right;
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their sight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.

Judge me, Lord; be judge in this
According to my righteousness,

And the innocence which is

Upon me: cause at length to cease

Of evil men the wickedness

And their power that do amiss.

But the just establish fast,

Since thou art the just God, that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast

My defence, and in him lies,
In him who, both just and wise,
Saves the upright of heart at last."

God is a just judge and severe,
And God is every day offended;
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.

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that persecute.) Behold,
He travels big with vanity;
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old,
As in a womb; and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a lie.

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,
According to his justice raise,
And sing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the Most High.

PSALM VIII.

Aug. 14. 1653.

O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wonderous great
And glorious is thy Name through all the earth!

So as above the heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose.

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,
O, what is man that thou remembrest 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 God's thou mad'st his lot,

With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet;
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beasts, that in the field, or forest meet.

Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth, O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great

And glorious is thý Name through all the earth!