Whom thou rememberest no more, Doft never more regard, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound Haft fet me all forlorn, In horrid deeps to mourn. 25 Where thickest darkness hovers round, 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth press on me; 30 *Thou break'ft upon me all thy ways, * And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathfome bed 1 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell *The Hebr. bears both. P 3 35 45 12. In 12 In darkness can thy mighty band Or wondrous acts be known, Thy juftice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion ? 13. But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent, And up to thee my prayer doth bie, 55 Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me? 15 That am already bruis'd, and * shake бо With terror fent from thee Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonifh'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far:: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, And as in darkness are. * Heb. Præ Concuffione. 65 70 A Paraphrafe A Paraphrafe on PsAL. CXIV. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, S PSAL. CXXXVI. LET us with a gladfome mind Praife the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay indure, Ever faithful, ever fure. Let us blaze his name abroad, For of Gods he is the God; For his &c. O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. Who with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake. For his &c. Who by his wisdom did create The painted Heav'ns fo full of state. Who did the folid earth ordain 5 10 35 20 To rife above the watry plain. For his &c. Who by his all-commanding might 25 Did fill the new-made world with light. For his &c. And And caus'd the golden-treffed fun, The horned moon to shine by night, He with his thunder-clafping hand And in despite of Pharao fell, The ruddy waves he cleft in twain For his &c. The floods ftood still like walls of glass, For his &c. But full foon they did devour |