19 For great thou art, and wonders great By thy ftrong hand are done, Thou in thy everlasting feat 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way mof right, I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, So fball it never flide. 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Thee honor and adore With my whole heart, and blaze abroad Thy name for evermore. 13 For great thy mercy is tow'rd me, And thou haft free'd my foul, 35 40 45 Ev'n from the loweft Hell fet free, From deepest darkness foul. 14 O God, the proud against me rise, And violent men are met 50 To feek my life, and in their eyes No fear of thee have fet, 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readieft thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art stil'd Moft merciful, most true. 16 O turn to me thy face at length, And me have mercy on, Unto thy fervant give thy ftrength, And fave thy handmaid's fon. 55 60 17 Some 17 Some fign of good to me afford, And let my foes then fee, And be afham'd, because thou, Lord, I Doft help and comfort me. PSAL. LXXXVII. AMONG the holy mountains high Is his foundation fast, There feated is his fanctuary, 2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be flore, 3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke. I mention Babel to my friends, Philiftia full of fcorn, And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends, Lo this man there was born : 5 But twice that praise fhall in our ear Be faid of Sion laft, This and this man was born in her, High God shall fix her fast. 6 The Lord fhall write it in a scroll That ne'er fhall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll, 10 15 20 P 2 7 Both 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, In thee fresh brooks, and foft freams glance, 'L PSAL. LXXXVIII. ORD God, that doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my prayer With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafelefs are, Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon❜d I am with them that pafs Down to the dismal pit, I am a * man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. * Heb. A man without manly frength. Whom Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous houfe hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn, 25 Where thickeft darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth prefs on me; 30 * Thou break'st upon me all thy ways, * And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, 35 And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread. 40 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, Shall the deceas'd arise And praise thee from their loathfome, bed 45 11 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell *The Hebr. bears both. P 3 12 In 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent, 50 And up to thee my prayer doth hie, 55 Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Like waves they me purfue. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, And as in darkness are. * Heb. Pra Concuffione. 65 70 A Paraphrase |