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 25 Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30 Into my heart more joy And gladness thou haft put, Than when a year of glut Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'st me dwell. PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653. EHOVAH to my words give ear, JEF 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, 40 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. Lead me because of thofe That do obferve if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. No word is firm or smooth; Their infide, troubles miferable; 10 15 20 25 An open grave their throat, theirtongue they fmooth. 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. Their joy, while thou from blame 30 De Defend'ft them, they fhall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou Jehovah wilt be found To blefs the juft man ftill, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lafling favor and good will. Lo ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, 35 40 Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me : Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10 Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea; my tears; mine eye Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd With much confufion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment fhall be quite abash'd. PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. L ORD my God to thee I fly, Save me and fecure me under Thy protection while I cry, Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my foul Rife Jehovah in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their fury' affwage; And command which I defire. So th' affemblies of each nation 20 23 All people from the world's foundation. 30 Judge me Lord, be judge in this According to my righteousness, And the innocence which is cause at length to cease Upon me |