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PSALM I. Done into verfe, 1653.
Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray

In counsel of the wicked, and i'th' way
Of finners hath not stood, and in the feat
Of scorners hath not fat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,

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And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry treams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor finners in th' assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th’upright way of the juft, 15
And the

way

of bad men to ruin must.
PS AL. II. Done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.

HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upstand With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land

Against

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Against the Lord and his Mefliah dear?

5 Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth

dwell Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he,

Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy' hill. ' A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath said 1 : Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 15 This day. ; alk of me, and the grant is made;

As thy possession I on thee bestow

Th'Heathen, and as thy conquest to be fway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full

low
With iron scepter bruis’d, and them disperse 20

Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length ye Kings averse,

Be taught ye Judges of the earth; with fear

Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son left he

appear

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In
anger
and
ye perish in the

way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere.
Happy all those who have in him their stay.

PS A L. III. Aug. 9. 1653.

When he fled from Absalom,
ORD how many are my foes !

How many those
That in arms against me rise!

Many are they
That of

my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield, my glory,

Thee through my story
Th'exalter of my head I count ;

Aloud I cry'd
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I wak’d again,

For
my

sustain
Was the Lord. Of

many

millions The populous rout I fear not, though incamping round about

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They

They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord, save me my God, for thou
Haft fmote ere now

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Of men abhorr'd Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows.

my foes,

Psal. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.

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Nlwer me when I call,

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

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray's.
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 chose,
Chose to himself apart,

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The good and meek of heart
(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 in Jehovah trust,
Many there be that say
Who yet will show us good?
Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light

Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30 Into my

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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