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Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 Purification in the old Law did fave,
And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me fhe inclin'd, I wak'd, fhe fled, and day brought back my night.
PSAL M S.
PSA L. I. Done into verfe, 1653.
Less'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way of finners hath not flood, and in the feat Of fcorners hath not fat. But in the great Jehovah's law is ever his delight, And in his law he studies day and night. He shall be as a tree which planted grows By watry streams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand shall prosper all. Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, fo the wicked fhall not stand In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor finners in th'assembly of just men.
PSA L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upWith pow'r, and princes in their congregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twifted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell
And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he,
I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid
And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Jehovah serve, 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 those who have in him their stay.
PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
ORD how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
Was the Lord. Of many millions
I fear not, though incamping round about
NSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in distress
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.
PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
Thou didst me difinthrall
And fet at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be aw'd, and do not fin,
To love, to feek, 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
Offer the offerings just
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 favor of thy count'nance bright. 30
Into my heart more joy
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 sleep,
For thou alone dost keep
Me fafe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
PSA L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
EHOVAH to my words give ear,