When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy Fingers art, [fet
The Moon and Stars, which thou so bright haft
In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,
Oh! what is man that thou remembrest yet

And think'ft upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found!
Scarce to be lefs than Gods thou mad'ft his lot,
With honour and with state thou haft him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord,
Thou haft put all under his Lordly feet,
All flocks and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beafts, that in the field or foreft meet,

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and Fish, that through the wet
Sea-paths in hoals do flide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord! how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the Earth!

April,

April, 1648. J. M.

Nine of the Pfalms done into Metre, wherein all, but what is in a different Character, are the very word's of the Text, tranflated from the Original.

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THOU

PSAL. LXXX.

Hou, Shepherd, that dost Israel keep,
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of fheep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed,

That fit'ft between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out -Spread,

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light

And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's And in Manaffe's fight,

Awake* thy strength, come, and be feen Gnorera.

To fave us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us, O God, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we fhall be fafc.

4 Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare

I

Thy smoking wrath, and angry vow * Gnafhantaï

Against thy People's prayer!

N 3

5 Thou

5 Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'st them * largely drink the tears Shalih. Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us, and a prey

To every neighbour foe,

Among themselves they * laugh, they * play,

And flouts at us they throw.
7 Return us, and thy grace divine,
O God of Hofts, vouchsafe;
Caufe thou thy face on us to fhine,
And then we fhall be fafe.

* Filgnagu.

8 A Vine from Egypt thou haft brought
Thy free love made it thine;

And drov'ft out Nations proud and baut,
To plant this lovely Vine.

9 Thou did❜ft prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,

That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the Land at laft.

10 With her green shade, that cover'd all,

The hills were over-spread,

Her Boughs as bigh as Cedars tall

Advanc'd their lofty bead.

11 Her branches on the western fide
Down to the Sea she fent,
And upward to that River wide

Her other branches went.

12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low,
And broken down her Fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go
With rudeft violence?

13 The

13 The tufked Boar out of the Wood

Up turns it by the roots,

Wild beafts there brouze and make their food
Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down
From Heav'n, thy Seat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,
And vifit this thy Vine.

15 Visit this Vine, which thy right hand
Hath fet, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thy felf
Thou haft made firm and frong.
16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,

They perish at thy dreadful ire,
At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the Man of thy right hand
Let thy good hand be laid;
Upon the Son of Man whom thou
Strong for thy felf haft made.

18 So fhall we not go back from thee

To ways of fin and sbame;
Quick'n us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy Name.
19 Return us, and thy grace divine,
Lord God of Hofts, vouchsafe;
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be fafe.

1

T

PSAL. LXXXI.

O God, our strength, fing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all may bear,
Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song,
The Timbrel hither bring;
The cheerful Pfaltry bring along,
And Harp with pleasant string.
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With Trumpets lofty found,

Th' appointed time, the day whereon
Our folemn Feast comes round.

4 This was a Statute giv'n of old
For Ifrael to obferve,

A Law of Jacob's God, to hold,
From whence they might not fwerve.
5 This he a Teftimony ordain'd
In Jofeph, not to change,

When as he pass'd through Egypt's Land,
The Tongue I heard was ftrange.
6 From burden, and from flavish toil,
1 fet his fhoulder frée:

His hands from pots, and mirie foil,
Deliver'd were by me.

7 When trouble did thee sore affail,
On me then didft thou call,

And I to free thee did not fail,

And led thee out of threll.

I anfwer'd thee in Thunder deep

[ragnam, *Be Setber

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