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Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 Purification in the old Law did fave,
And fuch, 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 10 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, she fled, and day brought back my night.
PSA L. I. Done into verse, 1653.
Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray
Of finners hath not flood,
Of scorners hath not fat.
and in the feat
But in the great delight,
Jehovah's law is ever his
Nor finners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th'upright way of the just, 15 And the way of bad men to ruin must.
PSA L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
With 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 caft from us, no more to wear, Their twisted 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, 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; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow
Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse 20 Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd fo.
And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Jehovah ferve, 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 him in their stay.
PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
ORD how many are my foes!
How many those
That in arms against me rise!
Many are they
That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
'Th' exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not, though incamping round about
Haft smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.
PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
NSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In ftraits and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
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,
To love, to feek, to prize
Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. Many there be that fay
Who yet will show us good?
Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light
the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou haft put,
Than when a year of glut
Their ftores doth over-cloy,
Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.
PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
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,