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.

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Where thickest darkness hovers round,

7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth press on me;

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*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,
My hands to thee I fpread.

10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arife

And praise thee from their loathfome bed
With pale and hollow eyes?

1 Shall they thy loving-kindness tell
On whom the grave bath bold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold ?

*The Hebr. bears both.

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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,

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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

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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,
Thy threatnings cut me through :
17 All day they round about me go,

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.

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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,
Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown,
His praise and glory was in Ifrael known.
That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled,
And fought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear ftreams recoil,
As a faint hoft that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams
Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains ?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, Earth, and at the prefence be aghaft
Of him that ever was, and ay shall last,
That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush,

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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.
For his &c.

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.
For his &c.

Who did the folid earth ordain

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To rife above the watry plain.

For his &c.

Who by his all-commanding might

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Did fill the new-made world with light.

For his &c.

And

And caus'd the golden-treffed fun,
All the day long his course to run.
For his &c.

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongft her fpangled fifters bright.
For his &c.

He with his thunder-clafping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his &c.

And in despite of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Ifrael.
For his &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

For his &c.

The floods ftood still like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pafs.

For his &c.

But full foon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power.
For his &c.