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. The Lord fhall write it in a Scrowle When he the Nations doth enrowle, 7 Both they who fing, and they who dance, T With facred Songs are there, In thee fresh brooks, and soft streams glance, I PSAL. LXXXVIII. Lord God thou doft me fave and keep, All day to thee I cry; And all night long, before thee weep, Before thee proftrate lie. 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r And to my cries, that ceaseless are, 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore My life at death's unchearful door Unto the grave draws nigh, 4 Reck'n'd I am with them that pass Down to the dismal pit, I am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. *Heb. A man without manly strength, 5 From life discharg’d and parted quite Among the dead to sleep, And like the flain in bloody fight Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er Where thickest darkness hovers round, In horrid deeps to mourn. 7 Thy wrath, from which no shelter faves, Full fore doth press on me; *Thou break'ft upon me all thy waves, And all thy waves break me. * The Hebr. bears both 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. Through forrow, and affliction great, Mine eye grows dim and dead, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread, ro Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, And praife thee from their leathsom bid II Shall they thy loving kindness tell 12 In darkness can thy mighty hand Thy juftice in the gloomy land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee my prayer doth hie Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my Soul forfake, And hide thy face from me, Is That am already bruis'd, and make With terror fent from thee? Heb. Pre Concuffions Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low As ready to expire, While I thy terrors undergo Aftonish'd with thine ite. 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 purfue. 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, And fever'd from me far. They fly me now whom I have lov'd, A Paraphrafe on Pfalm 114. This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WH Hen the bleft feed of Terah's faithful Son, After long toil their liberty had won, And past from Pharian Fjelds to Canaan Land, Led by the ftrength of the Almighties hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. That faw the troubled Sea, and shivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth, Jordans clear ftreams recoil, As a faint Hoft that hath receiv'd the foil. 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 toward his Chrystal Fountains? Shake earth, and at the prefence be agaft Of him that ever was, and ay hall laft, That glaffy flouds from rugged rocks can cru, make soft rills from fiery flint-ftones gush. L PSALM 136. ET us with a gladsom mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind: For his mercies ay endure, Ever faithfull, ever fure. Let us blaze his Name abroad, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathfull tyrants quell Who with his miracles doth make Amazed Heav'n and Earth to fhake Who by his wisdom did create For his, c. Who did the folid Earth ordain. For his, &c. Who by his all-commanding might, Did fill the new-made world with light. For his, &c. |