PARALLEL to Pfal. exviii, whofe illustration, with thofe of the other parallels, let the reader confider.

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Deliver'd from bis ev'ry foe
Believer, imitate thy Lord,

Who pav'd for thee the heav'nly way
And tread the paths thy Lord explor'd;
Be thankful to thy God, and pray.

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Me judge by thine almighty pow'r;

2 Behold, I pour my pray'r to thee;
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Regard me, Lord, in this mine hour;"
3 Because barbarians gather round,

And rife againft my foul in wrath:
They meditate a fatal wound,

To end their tumult in my death.

They roll with villence, O my God,
Against my foul, but not by thee;
For thou wilt ftem their fierceft flood,
And make them back, like Jordan, flee.-
4 Behold, my God is on my fide;

Jehovah he upholds my foul;
Already he hath quell'd the tide
Which did fo madly rage and roll,

Thus all my foes he fhall reward,
Who vainly move an idle war:
As they defign'd I fhould have farʼd,
They by his truth destroyed are.
With high devotion, freely I

Will facrifice, O Lord, to thee;
Thy name I'll praife and magnify,
For it is feemly, Lord, in me:

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For thou haft me delivered

From all my trouble, fear, and pain; Mine eyes have seen mine en'mies dead, Whilst I thy Chrift and King do reign.

THE illuftration the fame as the next two, and Pfalm v. xli. &c.

The juft defert of human fin,

Laid on the Lord, a heavy load!
Fear, horror, trembling, all begin
To prefs him, from the hand of God:
But he efcapes, as winged doves
Efcape the windy ftorms that fly;
And God their infolence reproves,
Who dar'd his innocence defy.

GOD, regard my heavy moans,

To my impaffion'd pray'r give ear;
My speech is broke with fighs and groans,
But do not thou refuse to hear.

2 Like fighing winds among the reeds,
I wail my woes, and make a noise;
In my complaint my spirit bleeds:
My God, regard my moving voice.
3 Behold, a very diff'rent found,

The jars of war and discord mad
Break from my foes, who me furround,
And to my fore confufion add:
With wounds they cover o'er my foul,
Which from their poison'd arrows come;

Like floods againft me now they roll

With fwelling wrath, and rage, and foam!

4 My heart within me pained fore,

With deep diftress doth faint and fail;
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For all death's terrors round me roar, And floods of hell my foul affail. 5 A deadly tremor shakes my loins; Sad fearfulness surpriseth me; Deep overwhelming horror joins,

Like lead, to fink me in this fea! 6 O that I, like a dove, had wings! Said I, then would I fly away; (For reft my flight'ring spirit springs, And fpurns this pit and miry clay ;) 7 Lo, then far off I wander wou'd,

And in the wilderness remain; 8 I'd wing my way before the cloud,

And thun the windy ftorm and rain.9 Deftroy, O God, divide their tongues; They've made thy hill a Babel-tow'r; I've feen thy city full of wrongs;

Fierce ftrife and vi'lence men devour. 10 All day and night they walk their rounds, As guards patrolling on the walls; Their guile and mischief know no bounds; And on thy faints their ravage falls: 11 Oppreffion, fraud, and tyranny, Ufurp in her the place of pow'r; Confufion wild, and anarchy,

In Zion's ftreets her fons devour.

12 It was no open raging foe

Who made this bafe affault on me; If fo, I could have borne the blow, As thofe who wait the war they fee: It was no old nor rankling fpleen, Nor grudge of an invet'rate wight, That wrought the wo which I fustain, Elfe I'd have hid me from his fight: 13 But thou, a man! mine equal too, My guide, and mine acquaintance near; 14 Before

14 Before the Lord we both did bow,

And join'd our counfels fweet and dear. 15 Let death advance and feize them quick, And let them fink alive to hell;

For fnares and deaths they've planted thick, And bellifh plots among them dwell. 16 But as for me, I'll call on God,

The Lord my God fhall fave me then When I have cast on him my load,

The Lord, my God, fhall me fuftain.

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17 At ev❜n, and morn, and noon, I'll pray,
And raise my voice, and cry aloud,
From earliest dawning of my day,

Till death fhall wrap me in my fhroud.
18 The Lord fhall hear, and bless my foul,
And all my foes away fhall thafe;
But me he'll fave alive and whole,
And after war he'll give me peace.
19 Full many stand upon my fide;
The Lord my God is all in all;
Ev'n he, who doth of old abide,
Abideth ftill, and ever fhall.
They have no changes who rebel,

And therefore they forget their God,
Till, tumbling into death and hell,

They mourn beneath his fcourging rod.

20 The fon of pride hath stretch'd his hands
Against the fons of truth and peace;
He hath tranfgrefs'd thy juft commands,
And trampled.on thy precious grace.
21 More fmooth than butter were their words,
Yet razors keen, and piercing darts;
Softer than oil, they were drawn fwords;
For rage and war were in their hearts.

22 Caft thou thy burden on the Lord;
The Lord will bear thee and thy load;
He will fweet company afford,

And cheer thy heart along the road.
Though thousand ftorms, with driving hail,
As thou art climbing Zion-hill,
With ceafelefs fury fhould affail,

The Lord will fcreen the Righteous ftill.

23 But thou, O God, fhalt beat them down Into deftruction's difmal den,

(Who dare thy holy ways difown),

And fire and brimftone on them rain.
The bloody and deceitful men,

With fwelling pride, along may roll;
But God fhall cut their days in twain,
In mid-career require their foul.

But, O Jehovah, I will truft,

And place my whole delight, in thee;
For thou art holy, good, and just:
Thy Chrift fhall feel thee fo to be.

THE illuftration the fame as the cxvi. and cxviit.

to which it is exactly parallel.

The Lord for mercy cries and prays';
mercy that he came to give.

The

According to Jehovah's ways,

The Surety dies, the finners live:
But o to all his enemies,

Who thought to fwallow him alive!
For God fhall banish them the skies,
But by his glory bim revive.

THE TITLE PARAPHRASED.
Ifing the mute, the mourning dove,
Who pants upon her way to fare,

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