PSALM VIII.

Aug. 14. 1653.

O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wonderous great
And glorious is thy Name through all the earth!
So as above the heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou Hast founded strength, because of all thy foes, To stint the enemy, and slack the avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy Providence to oppose.

When I behold thy heavens, thy fingers' art,
The moon, and stars, which thou so bright hast

set

In the pure firmament; then saith my heart,
O, what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot,

That him thou visit'st, and of him art found! Scarce to be less than God's thou mad'st his lot,

With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.

O'er the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet;
All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word,
All beasts, that in the field, or forest meet.

Fowl of the heavens, and fish that through the wet Sea-paths in shoals do slide, and know no dearth, O Jehovah our Lord, how wonderous great

And glorious is thý Name through all the earth!

Nine of the Psalms done into metre, wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, translated from the original.

PSALM LXXX.

1. THOU Shepherd, that dost Israel keep

Give ear in time of need?

Who leadest like a flock of sheep

Thy loved Joseph's seed;

That sitt'st between the Cherubs bright,
Between their wings out-spread;

Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light,
And on our foes thy dread.

2. In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's,

And in Manasse's sight,

Awake thy strength, come, and be seen

To save us by thy might.

3. Turn us again, thy grace divine To us, O God, vouchsafe ;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,
And then we shall be safe.

4. Lord God of Hosts, how long wilt thou,
How long wilt thou declare
Thy smoking' wrath, and angry brow
Against thy people's prayer!

5. Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears; Their bread with tears they eat;

And mak'st them largely drink the tears
Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6. A strife thou mak'st us and a prey
To every neighbour foe;
Among themselves they laugh, they play,
And flouts at us they throw.

7. Return us, and thy grace divine, O God of Hosts, vouchsafe; Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

8. A vine from Egypt thou hast brought,
Thy free love made it thine,

And drov'st out nations, proud and haut,
To plant this lovely vine.

9 Thou didst prepare for it a place,
And root it deep and fast,
That it began to grow apace,
And fill'd the land at last.

10. With her green shade that cover'd all,
The hills were over-spread;
Her boughs as high as cedars tall.
Advanc'd their lofty head.

11. Here branches on the western side

Down to the sea she sent,

And upward to that river wide

Her other branches went.

12. Why hast thou laid her hedges low,
And broken down her fence,
That all may pluck her, as they go,
With rudest violence?

13. The tusked boar out of the wood

Up turns it by the roots;

Wild beasts there brouze, and make their food Her grapes and tender shoots.

14. Return now, God of Hosts, look down
From Heaven, thy seat divine;

Behold us, but without a frown,
And visit this thy vine.