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On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Of men abhorr’d
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.

PS A L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
H God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress
Thou didft me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray’r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize

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.
Be aw'd, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Nn 2.




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

Lift up the favor of thy count’nance bright. 30
Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of 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;

40 As in a rocky cell Thou Lord alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

PS A L. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
JEHOVAH to my words give ear,
J 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 sight.

All workers of iniquity
• Thou hat'st; and them unbleft
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly;

15 The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear

Thy numerous mercies go
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. 20
Lord lead me in thy righteousness,

Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltring mouth unstable

No word is firm or smooth ;
Their inside, troubles miserable ;
Anopengravetheir throat, their tongue theysmooth.
God, find them guilty, let them fall
By their own counsels quell’d;

30 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's them, they shall ever fing 35 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 surround Him with thy lasing favor and good will. 40

PS A L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. I ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, L Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;

Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that ev’n with anguilh ake, 5

Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled fore,

And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10

Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye

Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark

I’th’midst of all mine enemies that mark. 15 Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping

The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my My supplication with acceptance fair (pray’r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash'd

With much confusion; then grown red with shame,

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

PS A L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. I ORD my God to thee I fly, L Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I cry, Left as a lion (and no wonder) He haste to tear my soul asunder, 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 less,
And not free'd my foe for nought ;


Let th’ enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonor foul.

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