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13 For great thy mercy is tow’rd me,

And thou hast freed my soul, Ev'n from the lowest hell set free,

From deepest darkness foul.
14 O God, the proud against me rise,

And violent men are met
To seek my life, and in their eyes

No fear of thee have set.
15 But thou, Lord, art the God most mild,

Readiest thy grace to shew, Slow to be angry, and art styl'd

Most merciful, most true.
16 O turn to me thy face at length,

And me have mercy on,
Unto thy servant give thy strength,

And save thy handmaid's son. 17 Some sign of good to me afford,

And let my foes then see,
And be asham'd, because thou, Lord,

Dost help and comfort me.




1 AMONG the holy mountains high

Is his foundation fast,
There seated is his sanctuary,

His temple there is plac'd.
2 Sion's fair gates the Lord loves more

Than all the dwellings fair
Of Jacob's land, though there be store,

And all within his care.


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3 City of God, most glorious things

Of thee abroad are spoke;
4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings

Did our forefathers yoke.
I I mention Babel to my friends,

Philistia full of scorn,
And Tyre with Ethiop's utmost ends,

Lo this man there was born:
5 But twice that praise shall in our ear

Be said of Sion last,
This and this man was born in her,

High God shall fix her fast.
6 The Lord shall write it in a scroll

That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll,

That this man there was born.
7 Both they who sing, and they who dance,

With sacred songs are there,
In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance,

And all my fountains clear.





i LORD God, that dost mne save and keep,

All day to thee I cry;
And all night long before thee weep,

Before thee prostrate lie.
2 Into thy presence let my pray’r

' With sighs devout ascend, And to my cries that ceaseless aré,

Thine ear with favour bend.

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3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store

Surcharg'd my soul doth lie,
My life at death's uncheerful door

Unto the grave draws nigh.
4 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.
5 From life discharg'd and parted quite

Among the dead to sleep,
And like the slain in bloody fight
That in the

Whom thou rememberest no more,

Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er

Death's hideous house hath barr'd. 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound

Hast set me all forlorn;
Where thickest darkness hovers round,

In horrid deeps to mourn.
7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter saves,

Full sore doth press on me; a Thou break'st upon me all thy waves,

a And all thy waves break me.
8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,

And I here pent up thus.



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* Heb. A man without manly strength.

à The Heb. bears both.

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9. --trouble store] So edition Fenton, read sore. 1678.' Tonson, Tickell, and ton.




9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead,
Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.
10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead,

Shall the deceas'd arise
And praise thee from their loathsome bed

With pale and hollow eyes?
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

On whom the grave hath hold,
Or they who in perdition dwell,

Thy faithfulness unfold ?
12 In darkness can thy mighty hand

Or wondrous acts be known,
Thy justice in the gloomy land

Of dark oblivion ?
13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry,

Ere yet my life be spent,
And up to thee my pray'r doth hie,

Each morn, and thee prevent.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me?
15 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.
16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

Thy threatnings cut me through :




Heb. Præ Concussione.

17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue.
18 Lover and friend thou hast remov'd,

And sever'd from me far:
They fy 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 blest seed of Terah's faithful son
After long toil their liberty had won,
And pass'd from Pharian fields to Canaan land,
Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand,
Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shewn,
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.

10 The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ewes, the little hills like lambs.

, Why fled the ocean? And why skipp'd the mountains? Why turned Jordan tow’rd his crystal fountains ?

* This and the following I will here throw together some Psalm are Milton's earliest pere of the most striking stanzas in formances. The first he after- Milton's Psalms. T. Warton. wards translated into Greek. In 13. Why fled the ocean? And the last are some very poetical why skipp'd the mountains ?] The expressions, The golden-tressed original is weakened. The quessun, God's thunder-clasping hand, tion should have been asked by the moon's spangled sisters bright, an address, or an appeal, to the above the reach of mortal eye, &c. sea and mountains. T. Warion.

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