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And all within his care, 3 City of God, most glorious things
Of thee abroad are spoke;
Did our forefathers yoke,
Philistia full of scorn,
15 Lo this man there was born : 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear
Be said of Sion last,
High God shall fix her fast.
That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll,
That this man there was born. 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance, 25
With sacred songs are there,
PSA L. LXXXVIII.
All day to thee I cry;
Before thee prostrate lie.
With fighs devout ascend,
Thine ear with favor bend.
Surcharg'd my soul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door
Unto the grave draws nigh.
Down to the dismal pit,
15 And for that name unfit.
Ş Heb. A man without manly strength. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to seep, And like the slain in bloody fight
That in the grave lie deep.
Dost never more regard,
Death's hideous house hath barr’d.
25 Haft set me all forlorn, Where thickest darkness hovers round,
In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves, Full sore doth press on me;
30 $ Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, ŞAnd all thy waves break me. SThe Heb. bears both.
8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,
And mak'st me odious,
35 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 spread.
40 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,
Shall the deceas'd arise
With pale and hollow eyes?
45 On whom the grave hath hold, Or they who in perdition dwell,
Thy faithfulness unfold ? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand
Or wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the gloomy land
Of dark oblivion?
Ere yet my life be spent,
55 Each morn, and thee 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,
And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and || shake With terror sent from thee? || Heb. Pra Concuffone.
Bruis'd, and afflicted, and so low
As ready to expire,
Altonish'd with thine ire.
Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.
And sever'd from me far:
And as in darkness are.
A Paraphrafe on P S A L. CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at
fifteen years old. HEN the bleil seed of Terah's faithful son
After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, 5 His praise and glory was in Israel known. That saw the troubled sea, and shivering fled, And sought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil. The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs.
Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains?
shall last, That glasly floods from rugged rocks can crush, And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.
PSA L. CXXXVI.
ET us with a gladsome mind
Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
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