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Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint 5 Purification in the old Law did fave,
And fuch, as yet once more I trust to have Full fight of her in Heav'n without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:
Her face was veil'd, yet to my fancied fight 10 Love, sweetness, goodness, in her person shin'd So clear, as in no face with more delight.
But O as to embrace me fhe inclin'd,
I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.
PSALM M S.
PSAL. I. Done into verfe, 1653.
Lefs'd is the man who hath not walk'd aftray In counsel of the wicked, and i'th'way 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 ftreams, and in his season knows To yield his fruit, and his leaf shall not fall, And what he takes in hand fhall prosper all. Not fo the wicked, but as chaff which fann'd The wind drives, fo the wicked fhall not ftand In judgment, or abide their trial then,
Nor finners in the affembly of just men.
PSAL. II. done Aug. 8. 1653. Terzette.
HY do the Gentiles tumult, and the nations Muse a vain thing, the kings of th’earth upWith pow'r,and princes in their congregations (stand Lay deep their plots together through each land Against the Lord and his Meffiah dear?
Let us break off, say they, by strength of hand Their bonds, and caft from us, no more to wear, Their twisted cords: He who in Heav'n doth dwell Shall laugh, the Lord fhall fcoff them, then fevere 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 said, Thou art my Son, I have begotten thee This day; afk of me, and the grant is made; As thy poffeffion I on thee bestow
Th' Heathen, and as thy conqueft to be sway'd Earth's utmost bounds: them shalt thou bring full low With iron scepter bruis'd, and them disperse 20 Like to a potter's vessel shiver'd fo.
And now be wife at length ye Kings averse,
Jehovah serve, and let your joy converse With trembling; kifs the Son left he appear In anger and ye perish in the way,
If once his wrath take fire like fuel fere. Happy all those who have him in their stay.
PSAL. III. Aug. 9. 1653. When he fled from
ORD how many are my foes!
That in arms against me rise!
That of my life distrustfully thus fay,
Th' exalter of my head I count;
Unto Jehovah, he full foon reply'd
The populous rout
I fear not, though incamping round about
On the cheek-bone all my foes,
Of men abhorr'd
Haft broke the teeth. This help was from the Lord; Thy bleffing on thy people flows.
PSA L. IV. Aug. 10. 1653.
NSWER me when I call,
And fet at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest pray'r.
Great ones how long will ye
My glory have in scorn,
How long be thus forborn
Still to love vanity,
The good and meek of heart
(For whom to choose he knows)
Jehovah from on high
Will hear my voice what time to him I cry.
Be aw'd, and do not fin,
To love, to feek, to prize
Things falfe and vain, and nothing else but lies?
Yet know the Lord hath chose,
Offer the offerings just
Of righteousness, and in Jehovah trust.
On us lift up the light
Lift up the favor of thy count'nance bright. 30 Into my heart more joy
And gladness thou haft put,
And from their plenteous grounds
With vaft increase their corn and wine abounds.
In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For thou alone doft keep
Me fafe where'er I lie;
As in a rocky cell
Thou Lord alone in fafety mak'st me dwell.
PSAL. V. Aug. 12. 1653.
EHOVAH to my words give ear,
The voice of my complaining hear
Shalt in the morning hear,