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And all within his care, 3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke;
4. I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke,
I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiops utmost ends,

15 Lo this man there was born : 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be said of Sion last,
This and this man was born in her,

High God shall fix her fast.
6 The Lord shall write in a scroll

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,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,
And all my fountains clear.

ORD God that doft me save and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my pray'r

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With fighs devout ascend,
And to my cries, that ceaseless are,

Thine ear with favor bend.
3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store

Surcharg'd my soul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.
4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass

Down to the dismal pit,
I am a man, but weak alas,

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.
Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost 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

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,
Me to them odious, for they change,

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
And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

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?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my pray’r doth hie,

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,
While I thy terrors undergo

Altonish'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 hast remov'd,

And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have lov’d,

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?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains ?
Shake Earth, and at the presence be aghast 15
Of him that ever was,


shall last, That glasly floods from rugged rocks can crush, And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.





ET us with a gladsome mind

Praise the Lord, for he is kind,
For his mercies ay indure,

Ever faithful, ever sure.
Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of Gods he is the God;

For his doc.
O let us his praises tell,
Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.

For his dc.
Who with his miracles doth make
Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake.

For his dc.
Who by his wisdom did create
The painted Heav'ns so full of state.

For his &c.
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watry plain.

For his &c.




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