25 So th? assemblies of each nation 30 Judge me, Lord, be judge in this 35 But the just establish fast, 40 God is a just judge and severe, 45 VOL. III. (His 50 (His arrows purposely made he 55 He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, 60 O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth! $o as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set Out of the tender mouths of latest birth. Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou 5 Haft founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th’ enemy, and lack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose. When When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art, The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set 10 In the pure firmament, then faith my heart, O what is man that thou remembrest yet, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot, With honor and with state thou hast him crown'd. 15 D'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Thou hast put all under his lordly feet, All beasts that in the field or forest meet, 20 Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet Sea paths in shoals do flide, and know no dearth. O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great And glorious is thy name through all the earth! April, 1648. J. M. Nine of the PSALMS done into Meter, Wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original. PSA L. LXXX. Give ear in time of need, 'THO 5 IO 15 That fitst between the Cherubs bright, Between their wings out-Spread, And on our foes thy dread. And in Manaffe's right, To fave us by thy might. To us, o God, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. How long wilt thou declare Against thy people's prayer! Their bread with tears they cat, Wherewith their cheeks are wet. To every neighbour foe, And || flouts at us they throw. O God of Hofts, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine, And then we shall be safe. 25 30 * Gnorera. + Gnasanta. I Shalih. Jilgnagu. 8 A vine 35 40 45 8 A vine from Egypt thou hast brought, Thy free love made it thine, To plant this lovely vine. And root it deep and fast, That it began to grow apace, And fill'd the land at lafi. 10 With her green shade that cover'd all, The hills were over-Spread, Her boughs as high as cedars tall Advanc'd their lofty head. Down to the sea she fent, Her other branches went. And broken down her fence, With rudest violence? Up turns it by the roots, Her grapes and tender poots. From Heav’n, thy feat divine, Behold us, but without a frown, And visit this thy vine. 50 55 60. |