Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old Law did fave, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind: Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me fhe inclin'd, I wak'd, fhe fled, and day brought back my night. B PSAL M S. PSAL. I. Done into verfe, 1653. Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray great Of finners hath not stood, and in the seat 5 ΙΟ Nor finners in th'assembly of just men. For the Lord knows th'upright way of the juft, 15 And the way of bad men to ruin must. PSA L. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. W HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upWith pow'r, and princes in their congregations (ftand Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear? 5 Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he, 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; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow ΙΟ 15 Th'Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be fway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them fhalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them difperfe Like to a potter's veffel fhiver'd fo. And now be wife at length ye Kings averfe, 20 Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kiss the Son left he appear In anger and ye perish in the way, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have in him their stay. 25 PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. ORD how many are my foes! How many those L That in arms against me rife! Many are they That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, But thou Lord art my shield, my glory, Th'exalter of my head I count; Aloud I cry'd Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd And heard me from his holy mount.. I lay and flept, I wak'd again, For my sustain Was the Lord. Of many millions The populous rout I fear not, though incamping round about They pitch against me their pavilions. Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou Haft fmote ere now On the cheek-bone all my foes, Of men abhorr'd Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy blessing on thy people flows. A PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653. NSWER me when I call, God of my righteousness, In ftraits and in distress Thou didst me disinthrall And fet at large; now spare, Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r. Great ones how long will My glory have in scorn, How long be thus forborn ye 5 Still to love vanity, To love, to feek, to prize Things false and vain, and nothing else but lies? Yet know the Lord hath chofe, 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 fin, Speak to your hearts alone, 15 20 Upon your beds, each one, And be at peace within. Offer S4 |