Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd astray PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette. Hy do the Gentiles tumult, and the Nations WHY Mufe a vain thing, the Kings of th'earth upftand With pow'r, and Princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each Land Again the Lord and his Mefiiah dear? Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength 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 feoff them, then fevere Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell And fierce ite trouble them but I, faith he, On On Sion my holy hill. A firm decree Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd And now be wife at length ye Kings averfe, If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere, PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from Abfalom. Lord How many are my foes! That in arms against me rife! That of my life diftruftfully thus fay, Th exalter of my head I count; Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd Was the Lord. Of many millions I fear not, though incamping round about Rife, |