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DONE INTO VERSE, 1653.
BLESSED is the man who hath not walked astray
DONE AUGUST 8, 1653.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: he who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them ; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel) On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare : the Lord to me hath said,
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; ask of me, and the grant is made
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen, and as thy conquest to be swayed Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low
Witii iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse
Like to a potter's vessel shivered so.
Be taught, ye judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son, lest he appear
In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have in him their stay
AUGUST 9, 1653.
When he fled from Absalom.
How many those
Many are they
Thee through my story
Aloud I cried
I lay and slept, I waked again;
For my sustain
The populous rout
Hast smote ere now
Of men abhorred
AUGUST 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prayer
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies ?
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say,
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell.
AUGUST 12, 1653.
JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh;
Shalt in the morning hear,
In wickedness delight,
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Lead me because of those
No word is firm or sooth;
By their own counsels quelled;
Their joy; while thou from blame
To bless the just man still ;
AUGUST 13, 1653.
LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject, Am very
weak and faint; heal and amend me: For all my bones, that even with anguish ache,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? turn, Lord, restore My soul; oh, save me for thy goodness sake : For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
I' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity,