In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, 'And' all my fountains' clear.' PSALM LXXXVIII. Lord God! that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee 'weep,' Into thy presence let my prayer For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore, 6 My life at Death's uncheerful door;' Reckon'd I am with them that pass I am a * man, but weak, alas! And for that name unfit. From life discharg'd and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Thou in the lowest pit 'profound,' *Heb. 'A man without manly strength.' For thou art he who shalt by right PSALM LXXXIII. Be not thou silent' now at length,' Sit thou not still O God of strength,' For lo! thy furious' foes'now' * swell And they that hate thee 'proud and fell' Against thy people they † contrive Come, let us cut them off, say they, That Israel's name for ever may For they consult ¶ with all their might, The tents of Edom, and the brood Moab, with them of Hagar's blood, Gebal and Ammon' there conspire,' And hateful' Amalec, * Jehemajun. + Jagnarimu. Jirthjagnatsu gnal. || Tsephuneca + Sod. Lev Jackdau. Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, That am already bruis'd, and * shake Bruis'd and afflicted, and 'so low' Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow; Lover and friend thou hast remov'd, They fly me now,' whom I have lov'd, A Paraphrase on PSALM CXIV. This and the following Psalm were done by the WHEN the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son, And pass'd from Pharien fields to Canaan land, *Heb. Præ Concussione, U Why fled the ocean? and why skipp'd the mountains? PSALM CXXXVI. LET us, with a gladsome mind, Let us blaze his name abroad, O, let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. Who, with his miracles, doth make Who, by his wisdom, did create Who, by his all-commanding might, Did fill the new-made world with light. And caus'd the golden-tressed sun The horned moon to shine by night, He, with his thunder-clasping hand, And, in despite of Pharaoh fell, The ruddy waves he cleft in twain For his, &c. The floods stood still like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass. For his, &c. But full soon they did devour The tawny king with all his power. For his, &c. His chosen people he did bless, For his, &c. In bloody battle he brought down He foil'd bold Seon and his host, |