The tools of death, that waits him near.

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PSAL. VIII. Aug. 14, 1653.

Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great

And glorious is thy name through all the earth! So as above the Heav'ns thy praife to fet Out of the tender mouths of latest birth.

Out of the mouths of babes and fucklings thou

Haft founded strength because of all thy foes, To stint th' enemy, and flack th' avenger's brow, That bends his rage thy providence to' oppose.

When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy fingers' art,

The moon and stars which thou fo bright haft fet 10 In the pure firmament, then faith my heart,

O what is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot,
That him thou vifit'ft, and of him art found?
Scarce to be lefs than Gods, thou mad'ft his lot,
With honor and with state thou haft him crown'd.

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

Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet
Sea paths in fhoals do flide, and know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord, how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth!

April, 1648. J. M.

Nine of the PSALMS done into Meter,

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Wherein all, but what is in a different character, are the very words of the text, tranflated from the original.

'THO

PSAL. LXXX.

HOU Shepherd that doft Ifrael keep
Give ear in time of need,

Who leadeft like a flock of theep

Thy loved Jofeph's feed;

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That

That fitft 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 Manaffe's sight,

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Awake thy ftrength, come, and be seen
To fave 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 Hofts, how long wilt thou,

How long wilt thou declare Thyfmoking wrath, and angry brow

Against thy people's prayer!

5 Thou feed'ft them with the bread of tears,

Their bread with tears they eat,

And mak'ft them ‡ largely drink the tears

Wherewith their cheeks are wet.

6 A ftrife thou mak’st us and a prey

To every neighbour foe,

Among themselves they || laugh, they play,

And I flouts at us they throw.

7 Return us, and thy grace divine,

O God of Hofts, vouchsafe;

Cause thou thy face on us to shine,

And then we shall be safe.

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Gnerera.

+Gnafhanta.

Shalifh.

Filgnag

8 A vine

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

And drov❜ft out nations, proud and haut,
To plant this lovely vine.

9 Thou didft prepare for it a place,

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Her grapes and tender shoots.

14 Return now, God of Hofts, look down

From Heav'n, thy feat divine,

Behold us, but without a frown,

And vifit this thy vine.

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