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,'
Before thee 'prostrate lie.'

Into thy presence let my prayer
'With sighs devout ascend;'
And to my cries, that, 'ceaseless are,'
Thine ear with favour bend.

For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore,
Surcharg'd my soul doth lie;

6

My life at Death's uncheerful door;'
Unto the grave draws nigh.

Reckon'd I am with them that pass
Down to the dismal' pit;

I am a * man, but weak, alas!

And for that name unfit.

From life discharg'd and parted quite
Among the dead to 'sleep ;'
And like the slain in 'bloody fight'
That in the grave lie 'deep.'

Whom thou rememberest no more,
Dost never more regard,

Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er
'Death's hideous house hath barr'd.'

Thou in the lowest pit 'profound,'
Hast set me all forlorn,'

*Heb. 'A man without manly strength.'

For thou art he who shalt by right
The nations all possess.

PSALM LXXXIII.

Be not thou silent' now at length,'
O God! hold not thy peace;

Sit thou not still O God of strength,'
6 We cry, and do not cease.'

For lo! thy furious' foes'now' * swell
And storm outrageously,

And they that hate thee 'proud and fell'
Exalt their heads full high.

Against thy people they † contrive
Their plots and councils deep;
Them to ensnare they chiefly strive,
Whom thou dost hide and keep.

Come, let us cut them off, say they,
Till they no nation be;

That Israel's name for ever may
Be lost in memory.

For they consult ¶ with all their might,
And all, as one in mind
Themselves against thee they unite,
And in firm union bind!

The tents of Edom, and the brood
Of scornful' Ishmael,

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,
And hide thy face from me,

That am already bruis'd, and * shake
With terror sent from thee?

Bruis'd and afflicted, and 'so low'
As ready to expire :
While I thy terrors undergo
Astonish'd with thine ire.

Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow;
Thy threat'nings cut me through:
All day they round about me go,
Like waves they me pursue.

Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,
And sever'd from me far;

They fly me now,' whom I have lov'd,
And as in darkness are,

A Paraphrase on PSALM CXIV.

This and the following Psalm were done by the
Author at fifteen years old.

WHEN the bless'd seed of Terah's faithful son,
After long toil, their liberty had won;

And pass'd from Pharien fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand;
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown,
His praise and glory was in Israel known:
That saw the troubled sea, and shivering, fled,
And sought to hide his froth-becurled head
Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil,
As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil.
The high huge-bellied mountains skip, like rams
Amongst their ewes; the little hills, like lambs.

*Heb. Præ Concussione,

U

Why fled the ocean? and why skipp'd the mountains?
Why turn'd Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains?
Shake, earth; and at the presence be aghast
Of Him that ever was, and aye shall last;
That glassy floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.

PSALM CXXXVI.

LET us, with a gladsome mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind;
For his mercies aye endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.

Let us blaze his name abroad,
For of gods, he is the God.
For his, &c.

O, let us his praises tell,

Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell.
For his, &c.

Who, with his miracles, doth make
Amazed heaven and earth to shake.
For his, &c.

Who, by his wisdom, did create
The painted heavens so full of state.
For his, &c.

Who, by his all-commanding might,

Did fill the new-made world with light.
For his, &c.

And caus'd the golden-tressed sun
All the day long his course to run
For his, &c.

The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.
For his, &c.

He, with his thunder-clasping hand,
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.
For his, &c.

And, in despite of Pharaoh fell,
He brought from thence his Israel.
For his, &c.

The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

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,
In the wasteful wilderness.

For his, &c.

In bloody battle he brought down
Kings of prowess, and renown.
For his, &c.

He foil'd bold Seon and his host,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast.
For his, &c.