PSALM V. Aug. 12, 1653. JEHOVAH! to my words give ear, The voice of my complaining hear, Shalt in the morning hear; I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight; Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or madmen stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unbless'd Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, 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 sooth, Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongue they God! find them guilty, let them fall By their own counsels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all [smooth. Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. Then all, who trust in thee, shall bring Their joy; while thou from blame To bless the just man still; As with a shield, thou wilt surround Him with thy lasting favour and good will. PSALM VI. Aug. 13, 1653. LORD, in thine anger do not reprehend me, And very weak and faint; heal and amend me: Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? Depart, all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me; for the voice of my weeping The Lord hath heard; the Lord hath heard my prayer; My supplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall all be blank, and dash'd With much confusion; then, grown red with shame, They shall return in haste the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. PSALM VII. Aug. 14, 1653. Upon the words of Cush, the Benjamite, against him. LORD, my God, to thee I fly; Lord, my God, if I have thought Be in my hands; if I have wrought Let the' enemy pursue my soul In the dust; and, there outspread, Rise, Jehovah! in thine ire, Judgment here thou didst engage So the' assemblies of each nation Judge me, Lord; be judge in this Upon me: cause at length to cease But the just establish fast, Since thou' art the just God that tries In him who, both just and wise, God is a just judge and severe, His sword he whets, his bow hath bended Already, and for him intended The tools of death that wait him near. (His arrows purposely made he Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old, He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, His mischief, that due course doth keep, Of violence will, undelay'd, Fall on his crown with ruin steep. Then will I Jehovah's praise PSALM VIII. Aug. 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH, Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to❜ oppose. When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art, In the pure firmament: then saith my heart, |