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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.
PSA L. III. Aug. 9. 1653.
When he fled from Abfalom.
ORD how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life diftruftfully thus fay,
But thou Lord art my fhield, my glory,
Unto Jehovah, he full soon reply'd And heard me from his holy mount. I lay and flept, I wak’d again,
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.
Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chofe,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear 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
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone doft keep
Me fafe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'ft me dwell.
PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
Ehovah to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
The voice of my complaining hear
My King and God; for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear,
I'th' morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my pray'rs, 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 fight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;
The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft.
But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy houfe; 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 tranfgrefs,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable
No word is firm or footh;
Their infide, troubles miferable;
An open grave
their throat, their tongue they smooth.
God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counfels quell'd;
Push them in their rebellions all
Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd.
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'ft them, they fhall ever fing
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 furround
Him with thy lasting favor and good will.