PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Chush the Benjamite against him. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let the enemy pursue my soul, Rise, Jehovah, in thine ire, So the assemblies of each nation Judge me, Lord; be judge in this And the innocence which is Upon me: cause at length to cease Of evil men the wickedness And their power that do amiss. But the just establish fast, Since thou art the just God, that tries My defence, and in him lies, God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise, PSALM VIII. Aug. 14. 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wonderous great So as above the heavens thy praise to set Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, The moon, and stars, which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament; then saith my heart, And think'st upon him; or of man begot, That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than God's thou mad'st his lot, With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd. O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord, Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth, O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great And glorious is thý Name through all the earth! |