of finners hath not stood, and in the feat
Of fcorners hath not fat. But in the great
Jehovah's law is ever his delight,
And in his law he ftudies day and night.
He shall be as a tree which planted grows
By watry streams, and in his feafon knows
To yield his fruit, and his leaf fhall not fall,
And what he takes in hand fhall profper all.
Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd
The wind drives, fo the wicked fhall not stand
In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor finners in th' affembly of just men.
For the Lord knows th' upright way of the juft,
And the way of bad men to ruin must.

WHY

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HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations

Mufe a vain thing, the kings of th'earth upstand With pow'r, and princes in their congregations Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear? Let us break off, fay they, by ftrength of hand

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Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear,

Their twisted cords: He who in heav'n doth

dwell

Shall laugh, the Lord shall scoff them, then severe Speak to them in his wrath, and in his fell

And fierce ire trouble them; but I, faith he,
Anointed have my King (though ye rebel)

On Sion my holy' hill. A firm decree

I will declare; the Lord to me hath faid

Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; afk of ine, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow

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Th' Heaven, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd Earth's utmoit bounds: them shalt thou bring full low

With iron fcepter bruis'd, and them disperse
Like to a potter's veffel fhiver'd fo.

And now be wife at length, ye Kings averse,
Be taught, ye Judges of the earth; with fear
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse
With trembling; kifs the Son left he appear
In anger and ye perish in the way,

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If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have in him their stay.

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PSALM

III.

Aug. 9. 1653.

When be fled from Abfalom.

ORD how many are my foes!
How many thofe

That in arms against me rise !

Many are they

That of my life distrustfully thus fay,
No help for him in God there lies.
But thou Lord art my fhield, my glory,
Thee through my story

Th' exalter of my head I count;
Aloud I cry'd

Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
And heard me from his holy mount.

I lay and flept, I wak'd again,

For my fuftain

Was the Lord.

Of many millions

The populous rout

I fear not, though incamping round about

They pitch against me their pavilions.

Rife, Lord, fave me my God, for thou

Haft fmote ere now

On the cheek-bone all my foes,

Haft

Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Thy bleffing on thy people flows.

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PSALMIV.

[Lord;

Aug. 10. 1653.

Nfwer me when I call,

God of my righteousness,

In ftraits and in distress

Thou didst me difinthrall

And fet at large; now fpare,

Now pity me, and hear my earneft pray❜r.

Great ones, how long will ye

My glory have in fcorn,

How long be thus forborn

Still to love vanity,

To love, to feek, to prize

Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies?

Yet know the Lord hath chofe,

Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.

Be aw'd, and do not fin,

hearts-alone,

Speak to your hearts alone,

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