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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 saith my heart,

O what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'ft upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found? Scarce to be lefs than Gods, thou mad'ft his lot,

With honor and with state thou haft him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'ft him Lord,
Thou haft put all under his lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beasts that in the field or foreft meet,

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea paths in fhoals 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,

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Wherein all, but what is in a different character, are' the very words of the text, tranflated from the original.

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PSA L. LXXX.

HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep,
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of fheep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed ;

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That fitft between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out-spread,

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manaffe's fight,

Awake* thy ftrength, come,

To fave us by thy might.

and be seen

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe;

Caufe thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou, How long wilt thou declare Thyfmoking wrath, and angry brow

Against thy people's prayer!

5 Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'ft them ‡ largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak'ft us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,

Among themselves they laugh, they play,

And || flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hofts, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we shall be fafe.

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* Gnorera. + Gnabanta. Shalish, Filgnagu.

8 A vine

A vine from Egypt thou haft brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'ft out nations, proud and haut,
To plant this lovely vine.

9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,

And root it deep and fast,

That it began to grow apace,

And fill'd the land at laft.

10 With her green fhade that cover'd all,

The hills were over-spread,

Her boughs as high as cedars tall

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Advanc'd their lofty head.

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14 Return now,

God of Hofts, look down

From Heav'n, thy feat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this thy vine.

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15 Vifit this vine, which thy right hand

Hath fet, and planted long,

And the young branch, that for thyfelf
Thou haft made firm and strong.

16 But now it is confum'd with fire,
And cut with axes down,

They perish at thy dreadful ire,

At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid,

Upon the fon of man, whom thou
Strong for thyself hast made.

18 So fhall we not go back from thee
To ways of fin and shame,

Quicken us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy Name.

19 Return us, and thy grace divine,
Lord God of Hofts, vouchfafe,
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we fhall be fafe.

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O God our ftrength fing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all may bear,

Loud acclamations ring.

2. Prepare a hymn, prepare a fong,

The timbrel hither bring,

The chearful pfaltry bring along,
And harp with pleasant fring.

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3 Blow,

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon With trumpets' lofty found, Th' appointed time, the day whereon *Our folemn feaft comes round.

4 This was a ftatute giv'n of old For Ifrael to obferve,

A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not fwerve.
5 This he a teftimony ordain'd
In Jofeph, not to change,

When as he pafs'd through Egypt land;
The tongue I heard was strange.
6 From burden, and from flavish toil,
I fet his fhoulder free:

His hands from pots, and miry foil,

Deliver'd were by me.

7 When trouble did thee fore affail,

On me then didst thou call,
And I to free thee did not fail,
And led thee out of thrall.

I answer'd thee in * thunder deep
With clouds incompafs'd round;

I try'd thee at the water fleep

Of Meriba renown'd.

8 Hear, O my People, hearken well,

I testify to thee,

Thou ancient flock of Ifrael,

If thou wilt lift to me,

*Be Sether ragnam.

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