I' th' morning I to thee with choice Will rank my pray'rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'ft; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft. But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house; I in thy fear 10 15 Will tow'rds thy holy temple worship low. 20 Lord lead me in thy righteousness, 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 fmooth; Their infide, troubles miferable; 25 Anopen grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counsels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. Their joy, while thou from blame 30 De Defend'ft them, they fhall ever fing And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To blefs the just man still, As with a fhield thou wilt furround 35 Him with thy lafling favor and good will. 40 L Am PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, very weak and faint; heal and amend me: Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? 10 Wearied I am with fighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye Through grief confumes, is waxen old and dark I' th' midft of all mine enemies that mark. 15 Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my My fupplication with acceptance fair (pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd PSAL. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him. L ORD my God to thee I fly, Save me and fecure me under Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Ill to him that meant me peace, Let th' enemy pursue my foul 5 10 And overtake it, let him tread My life down to the earth, and roll 15 In the duft my glory dead, In the duft and there out-fpread Lodge it with dishonor foul. Rise Jehovah in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their fury' affwage; So th' affemblies of each nation 20 25 Jehovah judgeth most upright All people from the world's foundation. 30 Judge me Lord, be judge in this God is a juft judge and fevere, And God is every day offended; If the unjust will not forbear, 45 His fword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that perfecute.) He travels big with vanity, Behold 50 Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, 55 And fell into the pit he made; His mischief that due course doth keep, Turns on his head, and his ill trade Of violence will undelay'd Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise 60 |