:s But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her, The Lord shall write it in a Scrowle 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, Tг With Sacred Songs are there, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, A. : 1 L PSAL. LXXXVIII. Ord God thou dost me fave and keep, And all night long, before thee weep, 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore My life at death's unchearful door 4 Reck'n'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. *Heb. A man without manly strength 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the Grave lie deep. Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter Saves, Full fore doth press on me; * Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, * The Hebr. bears both. * And all thy waves break me. s Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And mak'st me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, ro Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathsom bed II Shall they thy loving kindness tell Or they who in perdition dwell, Thy justice in the gloomy land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth bie Is That am already bruis'd, and † make With terror sent from thee? Heb. Pre Concuffione, Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me purfue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, They fly me now whom I have lov'd, A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. W Hen the blest seed of Terab's faithful Son, After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian Fields to Canaan Land, Led by the strength of the Almighties hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. That saw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth, Jordans clear streams recoil, As a faint Host that hath receiv'd the foil. The high, huge-bellied Mountains skip like Rams Amongst their Ews, the little Hills like Lambs. Why fled the Ocean? And why skipt the Mountains? Why turned Jordan toward his Chrystal Fountains? Shake earth, and at the prefence be agast Of him that ever was, and ay shall last, That glassy flouds from rugged rocks can crush, And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush. L PSALM 136. ET us with a gladsom mind For his mercies ay endure, Let us blaze his Name abroad, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathfull tyrants quell. Who with his miracles doth make Who by his wisdom did create The painted Heav'ns so full of state, Who did the solid Earth ordain. Who by his all-commanding might,. Did fill the new-made world with light. For his, &c. |