A PSA L. IV. Aug. 10, 1653. NSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in diftrefs Thou didst me difinthrall And fet at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earneft prayer. Great-ones, how long will ye My glory have in scorn, How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity; To love, to feek, to prize Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, Chofe to himself apart, The good and meek of heart (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 fin, Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer the offerings just On us lift up the light, Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou haft put, Than when a year of glut Their ftores doth over-cloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep, For thou alone doft keep Me fafe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord, alone in fafety mak'st me dwell. PSAL. V. Aug. 12, 1653. JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, 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 prayers, 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 ftand not within thy fight. 30 35 5 ΤΟ All All workers of iniquity Thou hat'ft; and them unbleft Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy houfe; I in thy fear Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, Lead me because of thofe That do obferve if I tranfgrefs: Set thy ways right before, where my step goes; No word is firm or footh; Their inside, troubles miserable; 15 20 25 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. Their joy, while thou from blame 30 Defend'st them, they shall ever fing 35 And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. For thou, Jehovah, wilt be found To bless the juft man still, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lafting favor and good-will. PSAL. VI. L PSA L. VI. Aug. 13, 1653. ORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? I' th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping 10 15 The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prayer, My fupplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 With much confufion; then grown red with fhame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSA L. VII. PSA L. VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Cush the Benjamite against him. ORD, my God, to thee I fly, Thy protection while I cry, He hafte to tear my foul afunder, Lord, my God, if I have thought Let th' enemy pursue my foul Rife, Jehovah, in thine ire, |