PSALM VIII. AUGUST 14, 1653. O JEHOVAH Our Lord, how wondrous great Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou When I behold thy Heav'ns, thy finger's 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 rememberest 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 gods, 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, All flocks, and herds, by thy commanding word, Fowl of the Heav'ns, and fish that through the wet Sea paths in shoals do slide, 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 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 sit'st between the Cherubs bright, Shine forth, and from thy cloud give light, And on our foes thy dread. 2 In Ephraim's view and Benjamin's, And in Manasseh'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, Thy smoking wrath, and angry brow 5 Thou feed'st them with the bread of tears, Their bread with tears they eat, And mak'st them largely drink the tears 6 A strife thou mak'st us and a prey Among themselves they laugh, they play,` 7 Return us, and thy grace divine 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, 9 Thou did'st 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 overspread, Her boughs as high as cedars tall Advanc'd their lofty head. 11 Her 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, That all may pluck her, as they go 13 The tusked boar out of the wood Up turns it by the roots, Wild beasts there browse, and make their food Her grapes and tender shoots. 14 Return now, God of Hosts, look down From Heav'n, thy seat divine, Behold us, but without a frown, 15 Visit this vine, which thy right hand And the young branch, that for thyself Thou hast made firm and strong. 16 But now it is consum'd with fire, And cut with axes down, They perish at thy dreadful ire, Upon the Son of Man, whom thou 19 Return us, and thy grace divine Cause thou thy face on us to shine, PSALM LXXXI. 1 To God our strength sing loud, and clear, Sing loud to God our King, To Jacob's God, that all may hear, Loud acclamations ring. 2 Prepare a hymn, prepare a song, The timbrel hither bring, The cheerful psaltry bring along, And harp with pleasant string. |