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Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He who in 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.
holy hill. A firm decree I will declare; the Lord to me hath said
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee 15 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 full low
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he
appear In anger, and ye perish in the way, ,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in them their stay.
18 Heathen] Warton in both editions reads The Heaven.' Todd.
PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.
WHEN HE FLED FROM ABSALOM.
LORD, how many are my foes!
Many are they
Thee through my story
head I count ;
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
[Lord; Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Thy blessing on thy people flows.
14 my sustain] The verb converted into disturb,' in P. L. vi. 549. Todd.
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray’r.
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ?
15 (For whom to choose he knows) Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
Lift up the favour of thy count'nance bright.
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
Shalt in the morning hear,
In wickedness delight;
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat’st; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
Lead me because of those
No word is firm or sooth;
Their joy, while thou from blame
To bless the just man still ;