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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 lye;
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 towards thy Holy Temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me, because of those

That do obferve if I tranfgrefs;

Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faultring 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.
Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring
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 blefs the just man still,

As with a fhield thou wilt furround

Him with thy lafting favour and good will.

PSAL

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PSAL. VI. Aug. 13. 1653.

Ord, in thine anger do not reprehend me, Nor in thy hot difpleasure me correct; Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me, For all my Bones, that even with anguish ake, Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore; And thou, O Lord, how long? turn, Lord, restore My Soul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea; My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart, all ye that work iniquity,

Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r,

My fupplication with acceptance fair

The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine Enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd

With much confufion; then grown red with shame,

They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd.

PSAL,

PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653.

Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him.

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Ord, my God, to thee I flie,

Save me and fecure me under

Thy protection while I cry,
Left as a Lion (and no wonder)
He hafte to tear my Soul afunder,
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 lefs,
And not freed my foe for nought;

Let th' enemy pursue my foul,
And overtake it, let him tread
My Life down to the earth, and roll
In the duft my glory dead,

In the duft, and there out-fpread
Lodge it with dishonour foul,

Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire,
Rouze thy felf amidst the rage
Of my foes, that urge like fire;
And wake for me, their fury affwage:

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Judgment here thou didst engage,
And command which I defire.

So th' affemblies of each Nation
Will furround thee, feeking right;
Thence to thy glorious habitation
Return on high, and in their fight.
Jehovah judgeth most upright

All people from the world's foundation.

Judge me, Lord, be judge in this
According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is

Upon me: cause at length to cease
Of evil men the wickedness,
And their power that do amifs.

But the juft establish fast,

Since thou art the just God, that tries
Hearts and reins. On God is caft
My defence, and in him lies,
In him, who, both just and wife
Saves th' upright of heart at last.

God is a juft Judge and fevere,
And God is every day offended;
If th' unjuft will not forbear,

His fword he whets, his bow hath bended
Already, and for him intended

The tools of death, that waits him near.

(His

(His arrows purposely made he
For them that perfecute.) Behold!
He travels big with vanity,
Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old
As in a womb, and from that mould
Hath at length brought forth a Lye.

He dig'd a pit, and delv'd it deep,
And fell into the pit he made;

His mischief, that due course doth keep,
Turns on his head, and his ill trade
Of violence will undelay'd

Fall on his crown with ruin steep.

Then will I Jehovah's praise
According to his justice raise,
And fing the Name and Deity
Of Jehovah the most high.

PSAL. VIII. Aug. 15. 1653.

Jehovah our Lord! how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?

So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest breath!

Out of the mouths of Babes and Sucklings thou Haft founded ftrength, because of all thy foes, To ftint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence t' oppose.

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