And all within his care, 3 City of God, moft glorious things Of thee abroad are spoke; 4 I mention Egypt, where proud kings Did our forefathers yoke, I mention Babel to my friends, Philiftia full of fcorn, And Tyre with Ethiops utmoft ends, Lo this man there was born: 5 But twice that praise fhall in our ear Be faid of Sion last, This and this man was born in her, High God fhall fix her fast. 6 The Lord fhall write in a scroll That ne'er shall be out-worn, When he the nations doth inroll, 7 That this man there was born. 10 15 20 Both they who fing, and they who dance, 25 In thee fresh brooks, and foft ftreams glance, And all my fountains clear. PSAL. LXXXVIII. ORD God that doft me fave and keep, 'L° All day to thee I cry; And all night long before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy presence let my pray'r Q92 5 With With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that ceafeless are, Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my foul doth lie, My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 10 15 § Heb. A man without manly ftrength. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the flain in bloody fight That in the grave lie deep. Doft never more regard, Death's hideous house hath barr'd. Where thickeft darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth press on me; 20 25 30 § Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, § And all thy waves break me. §The Heb. bears both. Thou 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, And mak'ft me odious, Me to them odious, for they change, And I here pent up thus. 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread. 35 40 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, Shall the deceas'd arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed With pale and hollow eyes? II Shall they thy loving kindness tell 45 On whom the grave hath hold, Or they who in perdition dwell, Thy faithfulness unfold? 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Or wondrous acts be known, Thy justice in the gloomy land Of dark oblivion? 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, Ere yet my life be spent, And up to thee my pray'r doth hie, Each morn, and thee prevent. 50 55 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forfake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and || fhake With terror sent from thee? || Heb. Pra Concuffione. Bruis'd, 61 Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonifh'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, Like waves they me pursue. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far: They fly me now whom I have lov'd, And as in darkness are. 65 70 A Paraphrafe on PSA L. CXIV. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at W fifteen years old. HEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, 5 10 Why 15 Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains? LE PSA L. CXXXVI. ET us with a gladsome mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind, For his mercies ay indure, Ever faithful, ever sure. Let us blaze his name abroad, For of Gods he is the God; For his &c. O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. For his &c. Who with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to shake. For his &c. Who by his wisdom did create Who did the folid earth ordain 5 10 15 20 To rife above the watry plain. For his &c. Who |