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Or wondrous acts be known ?
Of dark oblivion ?
Ere yet my life be spent ;
Each morn, and thee prevent.
And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruised, and shake 3 Heb.: Prae
As ready to expire,
Astonished with thine ire ?
Thy threatenings cut me through : 17 All day they round about me go;
Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, And severed from me far:
70 They fly me now whom I have loved,
And as in darkness are.
BLEST is the man who hath not walked astray
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
Done August 8, 1653.— Terzetti. 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 10
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
With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse 20
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.
LORD, how many are my foes !
How many those
Many are they
Thee, through my story,
For my sustain
The populous rout
I fear not, though, encamping round about,
Of men abhorred
August 10, 1653.
ANSWER me when I call,
And set at large : now spare,
Great ones, how long will ye
To love, to seek, to prize
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Jehovah from on high
Be awed, and do not sin ;
Offer the offerings just
Many there be that say
On us lift up the light,
Into my heart more joy
Than when a year of glut
And from their plenteous grounds
In peace at once will I
As in a rocky cell
August 12, 1653.
My meditation weigh ;
Shalt in the morning hear;
In wickedness delight;
Thou hat’st; and them unblest
Thy numerous mercies, go
20 Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me, because of those