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For, in his faltering mouth unstable,
No word is firm or sooth;
By their own counsels quell'd;
Their joy; while thou from blame
To bless the just man still;
Lord, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
My soul; O save me for thy mercies sake:
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise.?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days: Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer;
My supplication with acceptance fair
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The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd
With much confusion; then, grown red with shame,
They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.
Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Chush tlie Benjamite
Lord, my God, to thee I fly;
Lord, my God, if I have thought
Let the enemy pursue my soul,
Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
So the assemblies of each nation
Judge me, Lord; be judge in this
But the just establish fast,
Since thou art the just God, that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is cast
My defence, and in him lies,
In him who, both just and wise,
Saves the upright of heart at last.