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PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14. 1653.
Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

O Jeh

And glorious is thy name thro' all the earth!

So as above the Heav'ns thy praise to set

Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou 5 Haft founded ftrength because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose.

When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers art,

The moon and stars which thou so bright hast set In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,

O what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'ft upon him; or of man begot,

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That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found? Scarce to be less than Gods, thou mad'st his lot, 15 With honor and with state thou haft him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou haft put all under his lordly feet,
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beafts that in the field or foreft meet.

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Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fifh that through the wet Sea paths in fhoals do flide, and know no dearth.

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O Jehovah our Lord, how wond'rous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

April 1648. J. M.

Nine of the Pfalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, tranflated from the original.

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PSAL. LXXX.

HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leddeft like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed,

That fitft between the Cherubs bright,

Between their wings out-spread,

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.

2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,
And in Manaffe's fight,

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Awake* thy strength, come, and be feen *Gnorera.

To fave us by thy might.

3 Turn us again, thy grace divine

To us, O God, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

4 Lord God of Hofts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare

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Thyfmoking wrath, and angry brow *Gnafhanta.

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Againft

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Against thy people's prayer!

'Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears,
Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'ft them * largely drink the tears
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A flrife thou mak'ft us and a prey

To every neighbor foe,

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Shalish.

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Amongst themselves † they laugh, they + play,

And + flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine O God of Hofts vouchsafe,

Cause thou thy face on us to fhine,

And then we shall be safe.

+ Filgnagu.

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8 A vine from Egypt thou haft brought,

Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out nations, proud and haut,
To plant this lovely vine.

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Her other branches went.

12 Why haft thou laid her hedges low,

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And broken down her fence,

That all may pluck her, as they go,

With rudeft violence?

13 The tusked boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots,

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Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down

From Heav'n, thy feat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this thy vine.

15 Vifit this vine, which thy right hand Hath fet, and planted long,

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And the young branch, that for thyself

Thou haft made firm and ftrong.

16 But now it is confum'd with fire, And cut with axes down,

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They perish at thy dreadful ire,

At thy rebuke and frown.

17 Upon the man of thy right hand

Let thy good hand be laid,

Upon the fon of man, whom thou

Strong for thyself haft made.

18 So fhall we not go back from thee

To ways of fin and shame,

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Quick

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Quicken us thou, then gladly we

Shall call upon thy Name.
19 Return us, and thy grace divine-
Lord God of Hofts vouchsafe,
Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.

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PSAL. LXXXI.

O God our strength fing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,

To Jacob's God, that all

may hear,

Loud acclamations ring.

2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song,

The timbrel hither bring, The chearful pfaltry bring along,

And harp with pleasant firing.

3 Blow, as is wont, in the new moon
With trumpets lofty sound,

Th' appointed time, the day whereon
Our folemn feast comes round.

4 This was a statute giv'n of old

For Ifrael to observe,

A law of Jacob's God, to hold,

From whence they might not fwerve.

5 This he a teftimony ordain'd

In Joseph, not to change,

When as he pass'd through Egypt land;
The tongue I heard was ftrange.

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