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So th' assemblies of each nation
judge me, Lord, be judge in this
But the juft establish fast,
God is a just judge and severe,
(His arrows purposely made he
He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
Then will I Jehovah's praise
PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth! $o as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.
Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 5
Haft founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th’ enemy, and Nack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose.
When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art,
The moon and stars which thou so bright haft fet 10 In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
O what is man that thou remembrest yet,
And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou visit'ft, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honor and with state thou hast him crown'd.
O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All beasts that in the field or forest meet,
Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea paths in shoals do flide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!
April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the PSALMS done into Meter, Wherein all, but what is in a different character, are
the very words of the text, translated from the original.
PSA L. LXXX. ITHOU Shepherd that doft Ilrael keep,
Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a lack of sheep Thy loved Joseph's seed ; 02
That sitst between the Cherubs bright,
Between their wings out-spread,
And on our foes thy dread.
And in Manaffe's sight,
To save us by thy migbt.
To us, O God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe. 4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare Thy † smoking wrath, and
Their bread with tears they eat,
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.
To every neighbour foe,
And || flouts at us they throw.
O God of Hofts, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.
* Gnorera. + Gnasanta. I Shalish 1 Jilgnagu.
8 A vins
8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,
To plant this lovely vine.
And root it deep and fast,
And fill'd the land at last.
The hills were over-spread,
Advanc'd their lofty head.
Down to the sea she sent,
Her other branches went.
And broken down her fence,
With rudest violence ?
Up turns it by the roots,
Her grapes and tender sooots.
From Heav'n, thy seat divine,
And visit this thy vine.