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,

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And the way of bad men to ruin must.

PSA L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.

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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

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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; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow
Th’Heathen, and as thy conquest to be fway'd
Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low
With iron fcepter bruis'd, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd fo.

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And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Be taught ye Judges of the carth; with fear

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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

Abfalom.

ORD how many are my foes!
How many thofe

That in arms against me rise!
Many are they

That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story
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,
For my sustain

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Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout

I fear not, though incamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou
Haft fmote ere now

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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
Still to love vanity,

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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,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.

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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
(For whom to choose he knows)

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Offer

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

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Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast 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 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.

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EHOVAH to my words give ear,
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,

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