A Paraphrafe on PSAL. CXIV. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Au thor at fifteen years old. WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon After long toil their liberty had won, S 10 And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, PSAL. CXXXVI. IET us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay indure, Let us blaze his name abroad, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. For his &c. Who with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to fhake. Who by his wisdom did create The painted Heav'ns fo full of state. For his &c. Who did the folid earth ordain To rife above the watry plain. For his &c. Who by his all-commanding might Did fill the new-made world with light. For his &c. And And caus'd the golden-treffed fun, The horned moon to shine by night, He with his thunder-clasping hand And in despite of Pharao fell, 30 35 40 He brought from thence his Ifrael. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain 45 Of the Erythræan main. For his &c. The floods stood still like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass. 50 For his &c. But full foon they did devour The tawny king with all his power. For his &c. 55 |