Of my incessant' prayers afford I in the day of my distress, 8 Like thee among the Gods is none, 'Of all that other Gods have done' 9 The nations all whom thou hast made 10 For great thou art, and wonders great Thou in thy everlasting seat' 11 Teach me, O Lord, thy way 'most right; I in thy truth will bide, To fear thy name my heart unite, 12 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, With my whole heart, and blaze abroad 13 For great thy mercy is toward me, Even from the lowest Hell set free, From deepest darkness foul.' 14 O God, the proud against me rise, To seek my life, and in their eyes 15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild, Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styled' 16 O turn to me thy face at length' And me have mercy on, Unto thy servant give thy strength, 7 Some sign of good to me afford, And be ashamed; because thou Lord PSALM LXXXVII. 'high' 1 AMONG the holy mountains ' 2 Sion's fair' gates the Lord loves more Of Jacob's land, though there be store, 3 City of God, most glorious things 4 I mention Egypt,' where proud kings I mention Babel to my friends, And Tyre with Ethiops' utmost ends,' 5 But twice that praise shall in our ear This and this man was born in her, 6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll 7 Both they who sing, and they who dance In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, And all my fountains clear.' PSALM LXXXVIII. 1 LORD God that dost me save and keep, All day to thee I cry ; And all night long before thee weep, 2 Into thy presence let my prayer And to my cries, that 'ceaseless are,' 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble sore 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass I am a man, but weak alas, 5 From life discharged and parted quite Whom thou rememberest no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er, 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound' Where thickest darkness hovers round,' 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,' 8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange, And makest me odious, Me to them odious, for they change,' 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great, 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praise thee from their loathsome bed 11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell 12 In darkness can thy mighty 'hand 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee' my prayer doth hie,' 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake, 15 That am already bruised, and shake Bruised, and afflicted, and so low' Astonish'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Thy threatenings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou hast removed, They fly me now' whom I have loved, 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 That saw the troubled sea, and shivering fled, PSALM CXXXVI. LET us with a gladsome mind 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. Who by his all-commanding might Did fill the new-made world with light And caused the golden-tressed sun, The horned moon to shine by night, He with his thunder-clasping hand |