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 unbleft
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.
Lord lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those
That do obferve if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unflable
No word is firm or footh;
Their infide, troubles miferable;
An open grave
God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counfels quell'd;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
their throat, their tongue they smooth.
Defend'ft them, they fhall ever fing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found
To bless the just man still,
As with a fhield thou wilt furround
Him with thy lasting favor and good will.
PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.
L
ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore,
And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore
My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake:
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
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' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all
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ye that work iniquity,
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, My fupplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20
Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd
With much confufion; then grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came,
And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
PSA L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him.
God to thee I fly,
LORD my
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my foul 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 lefs,
And not free'd my foe for nought;
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 dust and there out-spread
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;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I defire.
So th'affemblies of each nation
Will furround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high and in their fight.
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 pow'r that do amiss.
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is caft
My defense, and in him lies,
In him who both just and wise
Saves th'upright of heart at last.
God is a juft judge and severe,
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.
Behold
(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.)
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mold
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 fing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the most high.
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