(August 9, 1653) When he fled from Absalom LORD, how many are my foes! That in arms against me rise ! That of my life distrustfully thus say, "No help for him in God there lies." But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory; Thee, through my story, The exalter of my head I count: Unto Jehovah; he full soon replied, Was the Lord. Of many millions 10 PSALM V (August 12, 1653) JEHOVAH, to my words give ear, The voice of my complaining hear, I' the morning I to thee with choice Will rank my prayers, and watch till tho appear. For thou art not a God that takes Evil with thee no biding makes; Fools or mad men stand not within th sight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'st; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie; The bloody and guileful man doth God de test. But I will in thy mercies dear, Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house; I, in thy fear, Will towards thy holy temple worshi low. Lord, lead me in thy righteousness, Lead me, because of those Set thy ways right before where my ste goes. For in his faltering mouth unstable Their inside, troubles miserable; An open grave their throat, their tongu they smooth. God, find them guilty; let them fall By their own counsels quelled; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have r belled. Then all who trust in thee shall bring Their joy, while thou from blam Defend'st them: they shall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love th |