Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee

15 This day; ask of me, and the grant is made; As thy possession I on thee bestow

Th' Heathen, and as thy conquest to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds; them shalt thou bring full low

With iron sceptre bruised, and them disperse 20 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 25

In anger, and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel sere.

Happy all those who have in him their stay.

PSALM III.

(Aug. 9, 1653.)

When he fled from Absalom.
Lord, how many are my foes ?
How many those

That in arms against me rise !
Many are they
That of my life distrustfully thus say,

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No help for him in God there lies.
But thou, Lord, art my shield, my glory,
Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count ; Aloud I cried

10 Unto Jehovah, he full soon replied

And heard me from his holy mount.
I lay and slept, I waked again,
For my sustain

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(Aug. 10, 1653.) ANSWER me when I call,

God of my righteousness,

In straits and in distress
Thou didst me disenth ca)

. And set at large ; now spare,

Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones how long will ye

My glory have in scorn,

How long be thus foreborn
Still to love vanity,

10 To love, to seek, to prize

Things false aud vain, and nothing else but lies ?
Yet know, the Lurd hath chose,

Chose to himself a part,
The good and meek of heart,

5 (For whom to choose he knows)

Jehovah from on high

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be awed, and do not sin,
Speak to your hearts alone,

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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 shew 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 count'nance bright. 30 Into my heart more joy

And gladness thou hast put,

Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds

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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 1 lie;

As in a rocky cell
Thou, Lord, alone in safety mak'st me dwell.

PSALM V.

(Aug. 12, 1653.) JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh,
The voice of my complaining hear

My God and King; for unto thee I pray.
Jehovah, thou my early voice

5 Shalt in the morning hear, I'th' morning I to thee with choice

Will rank my pray’rs, and watch till thou appear. For thou art not a God that takes In wickedness delight.

10 Evil with thee no biding makes,

Fools or bad men stand not within thy sight. All workers of iniquity

Thou hat'st ; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a lie ;

15 The bloody' and guileful man God doth detest. But I will in thy mercies dear,

Thy numerous mercies, go Into thy house ; I in thy fear

Will tow'rds hy holy temple worship low. 20 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 falt'ring mouth unstable

25 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 (smooth. By their own counsels quell’d ;

30 Push them in their rebellions all

Still on; for against thee they have rebell'a. Then all who trust in thee shali bring

Their joy, wbile thou from blame

Defend'st them, they shall ever sing

35 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. 40

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,
And very weak and faint; heal and amend me:
For all my bones that ev'n with anguish ache, 5

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 :
For in death no remembrance is of thee;

Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise ? 10

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

I'th' midst of all mine enemies that mark. 15
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 [pray'r, The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. Mine enemies shall be all blank and dash'd 20

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.

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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 th' 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, the fury' assuage;

Judgment here thou didst engage
And command, which I desire.
So th' assemblies of each nation

Will surround thee, seeking right,
Thence to thy glorious habita:ion

Return on high and in their sight.

Jehovah judgeth most upright
All people from the world's foundation.
Judge me, Lord, be judge in this

According to my righteousness,
And the innocence which is

Upon me : cause at length to cease

Of evil men the wickedness And their pow'r that do amiss. But the just establish fast,

Since thou art the just God that tries Hearts and reins On God is cast

My defence, and in him lies,

In him who, both just and wise, Saves th' upright of heart at last. God is a just judge and severe,

And God is every day cffended; If the unjust will not forbear,

His sword he whets, bis bow hath bended

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