PS AL. IV. Aug. 10, 1653..

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God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare,

5 Now pity me, and hear my

earnest

prayer. Great-ones, how long will

ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity;
To love, to seek, to prize

Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ?
Yet know the Lord hath chole,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart

15 (For whom to choose he knows): Jehovah from on high

? Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be aw'd, and do not fin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings just

Of righteousness, and inehovah truft.
Many there be that say

25 Who yet will show us good ? Talking like this world's brood; But, Lord, thus let me pray,

On

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Into my

On us lift up the light,
Lift

up the favor of thy count'nance bright.

heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds

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With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell

Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

PSA L. V. Aug. 12, 1653.

JEHON
EHOVAH, to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,
The voice of my complaining hear
My King and God; for unto thec I pray.
Jehovah, thou my early voice

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Shalt in the morning hear,
I'th' morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear.
For thou art not a God that takes

In wickedness delight,
Evil with thee no biding makes,
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.

All

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All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'st; and them unbleft
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;

IS
The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear,

Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress :
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes;
For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or sooth;
Their inside, troubles miserable;
An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty; let them fall
By their own counsels quell'd;

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Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell’d.
Then all who trust in thee shall bring

Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'st them, they shall ever fing

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And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found

To bless the just man still,
As with a shield thou wilt surround
Him with thy lasting favor and good-will.

PSAL. VI.

PSA L. VI. Aug. 13, 16536.

me,

And very

Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,

weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that ev'n with anguish ake,

5 Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled fore,

And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;

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'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark.

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Depart all ye that work iniquity,
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my

prayer,
My fupplication with acceptance fair
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 abaih'd.

PSAL. VII.

PSA L. VII. Aug. 14, 1653.
Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him.
LORD, my God, to thee I Aly,

Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a lion (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,

5 Tearing and no rescue nigh.

Lord, my God, if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd less,
And not free'd my foe for nought;

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Let th' enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust, and there out-Spread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.

Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of
my
foes that

urge

like fire;
And wake for me, their fury' afswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.

So