PSAL. LXXXVIII. ORD God that doft me fave and keep, And all night long before thee 2 Into thy prefence let my pray'r With fighs devout afcend, And to my cries, that weep,' ceaseless are,' Thine ear with favor bend. 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble fore My life at death's unchearful door' 4 Reckon'd I am with them that pass I * am a man, but weak alas, And for that name unfit. 5 From life discharg'd and parted quite Among the dead to fleep,' And like the flain in bloody fight' deep.' Whom thou remembereft no more, Them from thy hand deliver'd o'er 6 Death's hideous house hath barr'd.' 6 Thou in the lowest pit profound' Haft fet me all forlorn,' Where thickest darkness hovers round,' 7 Thy wrath, from which no fhelter faves,' * Heb. A man without manly strength.' Thou * Thou break'st upon me all thy waves, * And all thy waves break me. 8 Thou doft my friends from me estrange, Me to them odious, for they change,' 9 Through forrow, and affliction great, Lord, all the day I thee intreat, My hands to thee I spread. 10 Wilt thou do wonders on the dead, 35 .40 Shall the deceas'd arise And praise thee from their loathsome bed' With pale and hollow eyes?? 11 Shall they thy loving kindnefs 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 juftice in the gloomy' land 13 But I to thee, O Lord, do cry, And up to thee' my pray'r 45 50 doth hie,' 55 Each morn, and thee prevent. 14 Why wilt thou, Lord, my foul forsake, And hide thy face from me, 15 That am already bruis'd, and † fhake With terror fent from thee? Bruis'd, and afflicted, and fo low' As ready to expire, 60 While The Hebr, bears both. cuffione. + Hcb. Præ Con While I thy terrors undergo Aftonifh'd with thine ire. 16 Thy fierce wrath over me doth flow, 18 Lover and friend thou haft remov'd, They fly me now' whom I have lov'd, A Paraphrafe on PSAL. CXIV. 65 70 This and the following Pfalm were done by the Author at fifteen years old. WHEN the bleft feed of Terah's faithful fon 5 10 After long toil their liberty had won, And paft from Pharian fields to Canaan land, Led by the ftrength of the Almighty's hand, Jehovah's wonders were in Ifrael shown, His praise and glory was in Ifrael known. That faw the troubled fea, and fhivering fled, And fought to hide his froth-becurled head Low in the earth; Jordan's clear streams 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 tow'rd his crystal fountains? Shake Earth, and at the prefence be aghast Of him that ever was, and ay fhall laft, That glaffy floods from rugged rocks can crush, And make soft rills from fiery flint-stones gush. 15 PSAL L PSAL. CXXXVI. ET us with a gladfome mind 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 Who by his wifdom did create The painted Heav'ns fo full of state. Who did the folid earth ordain' For his &c. Who by his all-commanding might For his &c. And caus'd the golden-treffed fun, The horned moon to fhine by night, He with his thunder-clafping hand And in defpite of Pharao fell, He brought from thence his Ifrael. For his &c. The ruddy waves he cleft in twain Of the Erythræan main. For his &c. The floods ftood ftill like walls of glass, While the Hebrew bands did pass. For his &c. But full foon they did devour 45 50 The tawny king with all his power. 55 бо His chofen people he did bless In the wafteful wildernefs. For his &c. In bloody battel he brought down For his &c. He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft, And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue, For his &c. And to his fervant Ifrael He gave their land therein to dwell. All living creatures he doth feed, And with full hand supplies their need. 65 ༡༠ 75 80 85 Let |