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8 Thou dost my friends from me estrange,

And mak'st me odious,
Me to them odious, for they change,

35 And I here pent up thus. 9 Through sorrow, and affliction great,

Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat,

My hands to thee I spread.
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?
11 Shall they thy loving kindness tell

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.
14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my soul forsake,

And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and || shake With terror sent from thee? || Heb. Præ Concushone.

Bruis’d, Bruis’d, and afflicted, and so low

As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo

Astonish’d with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow,

Thy threatnings cut me through: 17 All day they round about me go,

Like waves they me pursue.
18 Lover and friend thou hast remov’d,

And sever'd from me far:
They fly me now whom I have lov’d,
And as in darkness are.

A Paraphrase on P S A L. CXIV.
This and the following Psalm were done by the Author at

fifteen years old. W H EN the bles seed of Terah's faithful fon

VV After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the strength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Israel shown, 5 His praise and glory was in Israel known. That saw the troubled sea, and shivering fled, And sought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams recoil, As a faint host that hath receiv'd the foil. 10 The high, huge-bellied mountains skip like rams Amongst their ews, the little hills like lambs.


Why fled the ocean? And why skipt the mountains ?
Why turned Jordan tow'rd his crystal fountains ?
Shake Earth, and at the presence be aghast 15
Of him that ever was, and ay shall last,
That glasly floods from rugged rocks can crush,
And make foft rills from fiery flint-stones gush.


I ET us with a gladsome mind
L 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
The painted Heav'ns so full of state.

For his &c.
Who did the solid earth ordain
To rise above the watry plain.

For his dc.


Who by his all-commanding might
Did fill the new-made world with light.

For his &c.
And caus’d the golden-tressed fun,
All the day long his course to run.

For his &c.
The horned moon to shine by night,
Amongst her spangled sisters bright.

For his &c.
He with his thunder-clasping hand
Smote the first-born of Egypt land.

For his &c.
And in despite of Pharao fell,
He brought from thence his Israel.

For his &c.
The ruddy waves he cleft in twain
Of the Erythræan main.

For his &c.
The floods stood still like walls of glass,
While the Hebrew bands did pass.

For his &c.
But full soon they did devour
The tawny king with all his power.

For his &c.
His chosen people he did bless
In the wasteful wilderness.

For his &c.

In bloody battel he brought down
Kings of prowess and renown.

For his &c.
He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft,
That rul'd the Amorrean coast.

For his &c.
And large-limb’d Og he did subdue,
With all his over-hardy crew.

For his &c.
And to his servant Israel
He gave their land therein to dwell.

For his &c.
He hath with a piteous eye
Beheld us in our misery.

For his &c.
And freed us from the flavery
Of the invading enemy.

For his &c.
All living creatures he doth feed,
And with full hand supplies their need.

For his &c.
Let us therefore warble forth
His mighty majesty and worth.

For his &c.
That his mansion hath on high
Above the reach of mortal eye.

For his mercies ay indure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.


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