I lay and slept; I waked again ; Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not, though, encamping round about, Rise, Lord! save me, my God! for thou On the cheek-bone all my foes ; Of men abhorred Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. 20 PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653. ANSWER me when I call, And set at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer. Great ones! how long will ye My glory have in scorn? How long be thus forborn Still to love vanity? To love, to seek, to prize Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know, the Lord hath chose,— Chose to himself apart,— The good and meek of heart (For whom to choose he knows); Jehovah from on high Will hear my voice what time to him I cry. Be awed, and do not sin; Speak to your hearts alone, Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. IO 20 Offer the offerings just Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust. "Who yet will show us good?" Talking like this world's brood; On us lift the light, Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright. Into my heart more joy And gladness thou hast put, Than when a year of glut Their stores doth overcloy, And from their plenteous grounds With vast increase their corn and wine abounds. In peace at once will I Both lay me down and sleep; For thou alone dost keep Me safe where'er I lie; As in a rocky cell Thou, Lord! alone in safety makest me dwell. PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653. JEHOVAH! to my words give ear, My meditation weigh; The voice of my complaining hear Shalt in the morning hear; In the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight: Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or bad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hatest; and them unblest 30 40 10 Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie ; The bloody and guileful man God doth detest. Thy numerous mercies—go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worship low. Lead me because of those That do observe if I transgress, Set thy ways right before, where my step goes. No word is firm or sooth; Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat; their tongue they smooth. By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebelled. Their joy; while thou from blame Defend'st them, they shall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To bless the just man still; As with a shield thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. 20 30 PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653. LORD! in thine anger do not reprehend me, Pity me, Lord! for I am much deject, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me : Are troubled; yea, my soul is troubled sore; And thou, O Lord! how long? Turn, Lord! restore My soul; O, save me for thy goodness' sake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prayer, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall be all blank and dashed With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, 10 20 PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653. UPON THE WORDS OF CUSH THE BENJAMITE AGAINST HIM. LORD, my God! to thee I fly; Save me and secure me under Thy protection while I cry; Lest as a lion (and no wonder) He haste to tear my soul asunder,— Lord, my God! if I have thought Let the enemy pursue my soul 10 In the dust my glory dead,— Rise, Jehovah! in thine ire, Rouse thyself, amidst the rage And wake for me; their fury assuage; So the assemblies of each nation Return on high, and in their sight. 20 All people from the world's foundation. 30 Judge me, Lord! be judge in this According to my righteousness, 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 God is a just judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If the unjust will not forbear, His sword he whets, his bow, hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he 40 For them that persecute.) Behold! 50 He travels big with vanity; |