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FROM SOPHOCLES. 'Tis
you that say it, not I. You do the deeds, And your ungodly deeds find me the words
-There can be slain
No sacrifice to God more acceptable,
Than an unjust and wicked king.
Done in verse, 1653
Blessed is the man who hath not walk'd astray
In counsel of the wicked, and in the way
Of sinners hath not stood, and in the seat
Of scorners hath not sat.
But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he studies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watery streams, and in his season knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall,
And what he takes in hand shall prosper all.
Not so the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, so the wicked shall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor sinners in the assembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the just
And the way of bad men to ruin must.
Done Aug. 8, 1653. Terzetti.
Why do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations
Muse a vain thing, the kings of the earth upstand
With power, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land
Against the Lord and his Messiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and cast from us, no more to wear,
Their twisted cords: He who in Heaven doth dwell
Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them ; but I, saith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)
On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree
I will declare; The Lord to me hath said
Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee
This day; ask of me, and the grant is made;
As thy possession I on thee bestow
The Heathen, and, as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full
With iron sceptre bruis'd, and them disperse (low
Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd so.
And now be wise at length ye kings averse,
Be taught ye judges of the earth ; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son lest he appear In
anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere. Happy all those who have him in their stay.
PSALM III. Aug. 9, 1653.
When he fled froin Absalom.
many are my foes !
That in arms against me rise !
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,
No help for him in Goa there lies.
But thou Lord art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story,
Th' exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cried
Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied
And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I wak'd again,
Was the Lord. Of many millions
The populous rout
I fear not, though encamping round about
They pitch against me their pavilions.
Rise, Lord, save me my God, for thou
Hast smote ere now
On the cheek-bone all
Of men abhorr'd
Hast broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord ;
Thy blessing on thy people flows.
PSALM IV. Aug. 10, 1653
ANSWER me when I call,
God of my righteousness,
In straits and in distress,
Thou didst me disenthrall
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forlion
Still to love vanity,
To love, to seek, to prize
Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies !
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Chose to himself apart,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice, what time to him I cry
Be aw'd, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,
Upon your beds, each one,
And be at peace within.
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
Many there be that say
Who yet will show us good?
Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
On us lift up the light,
Lift up the favour of thy countenance bright.
heart more joy
And gladness thou hast put,
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth overcloy,
And from their plenteous grounds
With vast increase their corn and wine abounds.
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone dost keep
Me safe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in safety mak’st me dwell.
Jehovah to my words give ear,
My meditation weigh,
The voice of my complaining hear,
My King and God; for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah thou my early voice
Shalt in the morning hear,
l' the morning I to thee with choice
Will rank my prayers, and watch till thou appcar,
For thou art not a God that takes
In wickedness delight,
Evil with thee no biding makes,
Fools or mad men stand not within thy sight.
All workers of iniquity
Thou hat'st; and them unblest
Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie;
The bloody and guileful man God doth detest.
But I will in thy mercies dear
Thy numerous mercies
Into thy house; I in thy fear
Will towards thy holy temple worship low.
Lord, lead me in thy righteousness,
Lead me because of those
That do observe if I transgress,
Set thy ways right before, where my step goes.
For in his faltering mouth unstable
No word is firm or sooth;
Their inside, troubles miserable; (smooth.
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
Still on; for against thee they have rebell’d.
Then all who trust in thee shall bring
Their joy, while thou from blame
Defend'st them, they shall ever sing
And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name.
For thou Jehovah wilt be found
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,
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me, Lord, for I am much deject,
weak and faint; heal and amend me : For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore,
And thou, O Lord, how long ? Turn Lord, restore My soul, O save me for thy goodness' sake : Ser in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ?
Wearied I am with sighing out my days, Nightly my couch I make a kind of sea; My bed I water with my tears; mine eye
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
l' the midst of all mine enemies that mark. Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my
My supplication with acceptance fair [prayer, 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 Chush the Benjamite against him.
Lord my God, to thee I fly,
Save me and secure me under
Thy protection while I cry;
Lest as a lion (and no wonder)
He haste to tear my soul asunder,
Tearing and no rescue nigh.
Lord my God, if I have thought
Or done this, if wickedness
Be in my hands, if I have wrought
Ill to him that meant me peace,
Or to him have render'd less,
And not freed my foe for nought;
Let the enemy pursue my soul
And overtake it, let him tread
My life down to the earth, and roll
In the dust my glory dead,
In the dust and there out-spread
Lodge it with dishonour foul.
Rise Jehovah in thine ire,
Rouse thyself amidst the rage
Of my foes that urge like fire ;
And wake for me, their fury 'asswage;
Judgment here thou didst engage
And command which I desire.