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, Evil with thee no biding makes, Fools or mad men stand not within thy fight. All workers of iniquity Thou hat'ft; and them unblest Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly; The bloody' and guileful man God doth deteft. But I will in thy mercies dear Thy numerous mercies go Into thy house; I in thy fear Will tow'rds 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. No word is firm or footh; Their infide, troubles miserable; 10 15 20 25 An open grave their throat, their tongue they smooth. God, find them guilty, let them fall By their own counfels quell'd; Push them in their rebellions all Still on; for against thee they have rebell'd. 30 Then all who trust in thee shall bring Their joy, while thou from blame De Defend'st them, they shall ever sing And shall triumph in thee, who love thy name. To bless the just man still, As with a fhield thou wilt furround Him with thy lasting favor and good will. PSA L. VI. Aug. 13. 1653. L Nor in thy hot me ORD in thine anger do not reprehend me, Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me: 35 40 5 Are troubled, yea my foul is troubled fore, And thou, O Lord, how long? turn Lord, restore My foul, O fave me for thy goodness fake: For in death no remembrance is of thee; Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise? ΙΟ Nightly my couch I make a kind of fea; Depart all ye that work iniquity, Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping 15 The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my pray'r, My fupplication with acceptance fair The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping. 20 Mine enemies fhall all be blank and dafh'd With much confusion; then grown red with shame, They shall return in hafte the way they came, And in a moment shall be quite abash'd. P SA L. VII. Aug. 14. 1653. Upon the words of Chufh the Benjamite against him. L ORD my God to thee I fly, Save me and fecure me under Thy protection while I cry, Lord my God if I have thought Be in my hands, if I have wrought Let th' enemy pursue my foul Rise Jehovah in thine ire, Rouse thyself amidst the rage Of my foes that urge like fire; And wake for me, their fury' afswage; 20 Judge me Lord, be judge in this 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 35 40 God God is a juft judge and severe, And God is every day offended; If the unjust will not forbear, 45 His fword he whets, his bow hath bended The tools of death, that waits him near. (His arrows purposely made he For them that persecute.) He travels big with vanity, Behold Trouble he hath conceiv'd of old 50 He digg'd a pit, and delv'd it deep, 55 |