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Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5
Purification in the old Law did save,
Full sight of her in Heav'n without restraint,
Her face was veil’d, yet to my fancied sight 10
Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd
But O as to embrace me she inclin’d,
P S A L. I. Done into verse, 1653.
Less'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and i'th’way
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upWith pow'r,and princesin theircongregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Messiah 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: Hewhoin 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, saith 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,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
Th’ Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth’s utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring fulllow
With iron scepter bruis’d, and them disperse 20
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son left he appear
25 In anger
and ye perish in the way,
Many are they
5 No help for him in God there lies. But thou Lord art my shield, my glory
Thee through my story
Aloud I cry'd
For my sustain
20 On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
PS A L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
God of my righteousness,
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chose, Chose to himself apart, The good and meek of heart
15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30
glut Their stores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds
35 With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep, For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
PS A L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
My meditation weigh,
5 Shalt in the morning hear,